Page 76 of Wicked Little Lies


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There’s a vicious cold twist to his mouth.

And god help me, a thrill hits me at the thought of Hendrick getting that fucking dirty.

“You both shared me.”

“So?” He says this like the two don’t equate, like I should be outraged and yet nonchalant at the two of them fucking me, orone watching. “My point is whatever he’s doing tonight involves a very hot young naked woman on his lap.”

That hurts. Really hurts. Which I assume was his goal. My heart clenches hard. “You’re such as ass.”

“It’s true. My driver passed the message on. He’s on the docks, playing an illegal game of poker with a girl who’s got her clit pierced, and she’s all over Hendrick.”

“Fuck you.”

He smiles. “That’s the idea, and I never play fucking fair. You’re mine, not his. He’d bore you.”

“You just pointed out he’s as depraved as you.”

“I’m better.” He slides down fingers pushing in me again, and he starts to suck my clit.

I arch up, mind in turmoil, body in the driver’s seat, and hormones rioting.

He’s got a magic tongue. A magic everything. And even though I want to kill this woman with Hendrick, there’s a perverted part that wants to punish him for it. To make him fucking crawl over broken glass for the chance to fuck me. To beg for it.

I’d have Jac tied up, a fucking cock cage on his dick, watching as a bleeding Hendrick pleads for it and then fucks my ass into orgasmic bliss.

I’d punish them both, I’d—

An orgasm slams into me, and the fantasy shatters. Wave after wave hits me, and he drinks me in, lapping up all my juices.

How can these two men get so many orgasms from me?

Suddenly a breeze hits me, and I come back to myself with a bang.

The car’s stopped, and someone’s gotten in.

“Holy motherfucking shit, boss.”

Jac lifts his head, and his eyes are hot murder. “You remember Carlos, don’t you?”

“What the—” I snap, trying to cover up.

He does it for me as he pulls free and then Jac sits back, a foot on each thigh, stopping me from closing my legs.

Panic beats hard.

“I’m not big on sharing the toys I really like,” Jac says to me, “but I like to watch. And be watched.”

Then he turns to Carlos. “Would you like to see her pretty cunt?”

“No, boss,” the big giant says, and his eyes look past me. But I can see he wants to say yes. It’s in the vibrations of him, and I fucking spasm. Again.

A trickle of my cum slides down, and Jac laughs. “She’s so fucking wet. I’d let you taste her but…”

“Your woma—ah toy, I get it.”

Then Jac lets me go. “Hold her for me.”

Carlos just says, “Boss…”

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