Page 87 of Wicked Little Lies


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“And Hendrick’s.” She looks at me, folding her arms. “What did she have that you wanted.”

I pull the pink old bracelet from my pocket and toss it at her. MG gasps. “Jac…”

“Yeah, I gave her the new one you saw for this.”

Her anger fades and avarice replaces it. Hot, glittering. “Is her family Quinate?”

“No. Rich, criminal, her mom’s been married about a million times. I—it doesn’t matter where I saw it. I did. And she used to wear it as a kid, apparently. Her mom didn’t care for it, and let her have it, so I don’t know where it’s from. Which husband or if it was in the family—”

“Jac…”

I slam the door shut and take a step. “Don’t Jac me. You belong to me, not Hendrick.”

“Stop it.”

“I should—”

“Stop it!” MG launches herself at me, and she bites my lip so hard, I taste blood. I’m so fucking hard I’m about to come as I’m thrown back into the door.

“MG.”

“You’re all ‘I’m fucking yours’ all the time, but you know what? It goes two ways. If I find your dick went anywhere near that girl, or any other girl, I’ll kill you.”

“I said I didn’t do that.”

“It’s a warning, asshole.” She grabs me and slams me into the door again, and I let her. Her entire body is vibrating with rage and I don’t know what else.

“And Hendrick?”

“I’ll gut that motherfucker if he did anything with that naked girl. You’re both mine, and I hate both of you. Goddamn it.”

She bites—not kisses—her way down my body until she’s on her knees. And she pulls me out. MG doesn’t ask. She takes. Hard. Brutal. Full the fuck on. She goes at me, devouring me, sucking me so deep, I see the fucking stars. She gets rougher.

It’s so fucking hot, so wrong, and her teeth deliberately scrape harder than usual—it’s deliberate because she keeps at it until I hiss. Then she stops the torture to suck me down her throat and then almost out. It’s her version of rough, insane face fucking. And she’s taking.

MG isn’t interested in what I want. She’s there for her.

She wants this.

Her tiny moans and cries weave about me, and I let her. I collapse against the door and let her do what the fuck she wants to my cock.

I’ve always been a kinky asshole, and this is rough. It hurts. It feels unbelievably good.

MG goes in hard, and the rough ,wild ride of her mouth thrusting down on my cock is so unbelievably good that my balls hike up tight and lightning plays along my spine. I think I might just have fallen in love with her for real, right in this moment. Then I come. So fucking hard I let out a guttural cry from the depths of my soul.

Every nerve ending fills with fierce life that infuses my entire body.

When she’s done, she licks and sucks—borderline too much on the extra sensitive head, playing with my piercing—she makes sure I’m clean from her tongue bath. Then, she tucks me in and zips me up.

The world’s still rocking, and I wait. Breathing slow, until I can walk. Until the overbright, hyper bright and sweet sensations stop erupting in me like aftershocks.

Then I grab her and try to throw her down. I want to return the favor. I’ll be hard again soon and I wouldn’t mind eating the fuck out of her cunt, but she pulls free.

“No, Jac.”

“No?”

“Is that ablueno?”

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