Page 35 of Wicked Love


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Grabbing a bar stool, I sit near Edmund. The scraping of my stool along the hardwood floor draws his attention, and without lifting his attention from his phone, he says, “Hey, kid.”

Sliding onto the stool I return his sentiment.

“Watch yourself tonight.” He finally lifts his attention to me. “I mean, keep your head down. Grant is still fucking pissed,”

“I got it.”

“No one is saying you can’t enjoy yourself. Or have a little fun.” He stands from his stool and squeezes with shoulder. “Just clean up after yourself.”

“No loose ends.” I nod as Grant walks into the room with a stunning blonde on his arm. My eyes roam over her tight little body, and I can’t help but think how similar her build is to Cora's.

The two of them would be fucking fun together.

Making his way from the bar to where the two of them stand, Edmund makes his play to share in the enjoyment of her this evening. Grant shoots him down quickly, unwilling to let him tarnish an inch of her porcelain skin.

I’m not really feeling tonight’s festivities, and knowing Grant’s opinion of me at the moment, I don’t bother. Even if I wanted her gagging around my cock this evening, Grant would never allow it.

The way Liz saunters over to her, there is no denying her interest—in the blonde or Grant. How quickly she has her tongue down the throat of his little plaything makes it quite apparent how tonight is going to play out.

Fuck…

Watching the two of them, both soft and delicate, yet clawing at each other with a feral need causes my cock to twitch in my pants.

What I would give to watch the two of them.

I rub my palm over my cock, providing some relief as Will pulls Liz from the blonde. “Two million,” she pants. “Eddie, love, you get Will’s and Grant’s too.”

“What the fuck, he gets both of them?” The words blurt from me as I continue to rub over my cock—finally ready to play without Cora.

“Maybe when you learn to behave outside this house, we’ll treat you a little better, kid,” Edmund snarks before leaving the room.

Apparently, he’s also taking first dibs on the women down the hall.

Liz’s hand rubs beneath her skirt with the same neediness, and I palm my cock. She demands, “Get the fuck out, Samuel.”

By the time I make my way to the room Liz uses to hold our entertainment, Edward is already walking out with two blondes and a redhead.

“Sorry, kid,” he smirks as he slips his arms around the waists of the blondes. “I’m not a selfish prick. Grab your girl and come join us.”

She’s not my girl.

Glancing into the room, I take in the curvaceous brunette waiting patiently on the couch before turning my attention back to Edmund. “Maybe next time.” He wastes no time taking his girls down the hall and disappearing into one of the playrooms.

“Up.” My tone is flat as I command the brunette. She rises from the couch and begins walking toward me. “Did I fucking tell you to come over here?”

“Sorry.” Her eyes fall to the ground. “I thought?—”

“You weren’t brought here to think.” I turn my attention from her to pour myself another drink. “Down the hall, third door on the left. I expect you naked, and on your knees when I get there.”

There is a slight hesitation, but her heels begin to click across the room and disappear into the distance.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

SAMUEL

Stepping into the room, drink in hand, I am pleased to find the brunette exactly as I commanded. She’s removed her dress and the black lingerie that Liz requires of all the girls. Her thighs slightly parted, she’s kneeling in the center of the room.

She’s much more compliant than I enjoy my women, especially the women I play with here. But she isn’t going to be like the others.

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