Page 77 of Cruel Saint


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“You better have been alone.”

“Why? Jealous?”

“I don’t share, Imogene.”

“Good to know.” She pushed away from me as the elevator doors opened. “Come on. Time to golf.”

“I’d rather fuck,” I reminded her, reluctantly stepping onto the elevator. “The only hole in one I’m interested is the one between your legs.”

Once the doors closed, giving us one last moment of privacy, I pulled her toward me, squeezing her ass.

“Or maybe this one.” I teased her crack as I dragged my tongue along the column of her neck, praying the elevator didn’t stop on any of the other floors. “Has anyone ever fucked you here before?”

“N-No.” Her response came out breathy. Wanton.

“Have you thought about doing that?” I nipped at her skin, feeling her body tighten under me, her chest rising and falling in an increased rhythm.

“Y-yes.”

“It turns you on, doesn’t it? The idea of my cock fucking your tight hole?”

I pressed harder against her so she could feel how much it turned me on, too.

“God, yes.” Her eyes fluttered closed as I teased her for another second.

“And I will.” I pulled back, putting as much space between us as possible, if for no other reason than to give my hard-on a moment to go down.

As the elevator slowed to a stop, I stole a glance her way, her complexion flushed. Exactly how I wanted her —eager and wanting.

“But first things first…”

I extended my arm, allowing her to exit before me, which she did on shaky legs. Returning my hand to the small of her back, I steered her through the lobby and out toward the golf course, the place abuzz with activity.

“Remember what I said yesterday…” I leaned closer to her, keeping my voice low. “I own all your orgasms. No getting yourself off without me today.”

She briefly squeezed her eyes shut, her fists balling in frustration. “Today’s going to be a long fucking day,” she breathed.

“You’ve got that right,” I responded as we approached the golf green.

“There you are!” Liam exclaimed when he saw me. “I was beginning to wonder if…” He trailed off, noticing Imogene at my side.

“My apologies. I had some unexpected business come up this morning that required my attention.” I gazed at Imogene with nothing short of affection.

It was obvious Liam picked up my not-so-subtle innuendo, his jaw tensing, nostrils flaring.

Imogene averted her gaze as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress, obviously uncomfortable with my insinuation. But thiswaspart of the reason I wanted to involve Imogene in the beginning.

Even if it was no longer the only reason I was spending time with her.

“Shall we?” I said in a chipper voice. “Don’t want to keep you waiting any longer.”

“Of course.” Liam gritted a smile, playing the part of the gracious host.

Little did he know, in mere hours, his world would start unraveling around him.

And I would have a front-row seat.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

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