I rock my pelvis into his erection to get his attention back. “You know you can talk to me, right? I’m sure it’s unnerving any time something like this happens, given your promise.” I’m shocked by the ease with which my fake concern flows. He looks up at me with gratitude and trust, and I wonder if it was this easy for him to lie to me. Did he love seeing me weak and vulnerable, just so he could build me back up himself?
“I know,a chuisle.”He picks one of my hands off his chest and kisses my knuckles. The tender moment is short-lived. “Now take that fucking top off, and let daddy see what’s his.”
I smile sweetly, despite everything tasting so damn sour. I untie my top, and he fills his hands with my bare breasts. I used to love the way his hands, all inked and veiny, looked against my soft skin. Now they just look grotesque, and I can’t stand the sight of them on me.
I gather his wrists and lift them above his head. He chuckles darkly as I use my bikini top to tie them to the headboard. “Daddy’s naughty girl.”
I slide my bikini bottoms to the side and rub my pussy along his length. Fortunately, or unfortunately, my cunt is a dumb bitch and has no trouble getting wet for him. He groans, and his arms flex against the restraint as I guide him into my entrance. I involuntarily moan at the fullness, my body like Pavlov's dog for him.
“So fucking tight, baby.”
I bounce on his cock, only making expressions of pleasure when he opens his eyes. Moaning on autopilot. Muttering the occasionaloh godorfuck, yes.
All I’m really thinking about is whether, with his hands tied like this, I could successfully smother him to death with a pillow.
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Chapter twenty-five
Pig
Cash
Icheckmywatchagain, Harlow still isn’t here. It’s the reopening of The Fox’s Den, and I’m outside with the press, the city’s important players, and longtime members of our community. I had stage curtains installed like an awning for the event. Their gold tassels hang on the sidewalk and the streetlights give the red velvet an amber hue.
Finally, I see Stella step out of an Uber. She and Harlow went to get their hair done together for the event. When the car drives away and Harlow still hasn’t gotten out, I bite my cheek and wave Stella over.
“Hey, boss, you look spiffy.” She tugs on my bow tie. “Great turnout too.”
“Where’s Harlow?”
She looks taken aback at my snappy tone, so I try again. “Did she take a separate car?”
“I thought she was with you?”Fuck.
My stomach roils. “Did you not get ready with her?”
“No, she texted me—”
“Gimme your phone,” I growl and tug her by the arm off to the side of the crowd gathered out front waiting for the big reveal. Without me having to ask, she pulls up her text thread with Harlow and hands me her phone.
“What’s going on, Cash? You’re freaking me out, and I don’t know if this is just you being your typical crazy ass or if something is really wrong.”
Sorry. Can’t make it.
I read the message from Harlow over and over. She didn’t send it. Not only has that girl never texted a period in her life, she would never cancel plans last minute with a half-assed apology and no explanation.
“Somethingiswrong. Really fucking wrong.” My chest feels like a goddamn elephant is stepping on it. I can hardly hear my event planner give the introduction over the buzzing in my head.
“—and welcome back to The Fox’s Den!” Melissa, the planner, says with a swoop of her arms, and the people clap excitedly as the curtain raises.
Their applause dims the higher the curtain gets, until they stop abruptly as the full scene comes into view.
1The image before me is like a match and my spine is the fuse. Fire races through me as I take in the bloody letters written on the windows: