DECEIT (B723) by Hazel Grace (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📕

one would know,” I drawl, feeling a wave of goosebumps lining my arms.

“Amy, you’re not a woman I’d like to hide in the dark, but…” He wastes no time gathering me in his arms and planting a dry kiss to my mouth that tastes like vodka and cranberry.

The pads of his soft fingers roam right down my back to my ass as he trails us backward.

A moan escapes my lips from the distress of having to do this, and he takes it as a cue to amp his game up.

My butt suddenly hits a hard surface, a desk I think, and William goes right for the belt of his pants.

With my clutch still in my hand, I undo the snap button and pull out the syringe with my middle and index finger. William’s fingers draw up the interior of my thigh as I fumble with finding the left side to flick the cap off.

“Just the thought,” William utters above me, then heaves me onto the desk. “Of sinking my cock inside you with this red dress on…is one of the highlights of my week.”

“Yeah?” I exhale, raising my needle to thrust into the back of his shoulder. “I’ve had one hell of a week—“ William is abruptly hauled away from me, and leaving my neck hanging out like I’m making out with air.

A grunt, rough breathing, and a hard thud clatters together before a new body emerges from the dark—wider, taller, and menacing.

Bishop.

“Now what are you doing?” I chide off a heavy exhale, my shoulder slouching in disappointment because he just robbed me of my mission—again.

Bishop doesn’t answer my question. Instead, he lapses up the space between us and leans in my direction. His callous palms find both my knees and spreads my legs wider to accommodate his muscular body in between them.

My pulse accelerates at lightning speed, forcing my throat close as Bish looms over me. The smell of sweat from fighting with Kyson and his natural nutmeg and leather scent has everything outside and in this room suspending. His heavy breathing from jacking around brushing over my nose and cheeks.

“Making sure no one touches my fucking wife.”

Seeing Emmy walk out of her bedroom tonight in a scrap of red material that appeared glued to her body was severe mental and physical pain.

It took every ounce of self-restraint not to point right back to her room and demand she throw something else on that wasn’t so fucking distracting.

Not only to me but any other individuals at this party, male or female.

When I wasn’t staring at her ass the whole way inside this overdone and tasteless mansion, anything with a dick did.

And every woman envied the way she didn’t notice, care, or was too blind to see that she stole the room. She lassoed it into the palm of her tiny hands and walked around holding what even Blue would’ve wanted.

And sitting in front of me, with her legs spread open, I’m beyond tempted to just take what I want again and claim this little blonde as mine to everyone.

Since B723 is here, I might as well. She’ll get pissed at me for at least a week, but she’d have to get over it.

Or divorce your ass for it. 

“What?” Emmy spits out, breaking my inner civil war. “I had it.”

“I know you did,” I respond calmly. “And so did he.”

The motherfucker.

He’s lucky I need him to talk, or I would’ve already ripped his fucking arms off.

“Whatever,” she scoffs off, scooting forward so that her pussy is even closer. My cock throbs once as she peers up at me. “Are you going to move? You just had to take away my stabbing him too. Let alone your little scene outside you orchestrated. That wasn’t part of my plan.”

“Yours took too long.”

And it did.

I wasn’t about to spend a few hours waiting for the prick currently residing face down on the hardwood floor to end his party before we finished this. Nor was I going to allow him another second to put his filthy hands on Emmy.

She bumps my thighs with her knees. “Move.”

And I do because if I don’t, I’m not responsible for what happens next.

When we fuck, I get stupid. I throw caution to the wind, and I almost open my big-ass mouth to blurt that she’s mine.

All fucking mine.

I already mentioned that she’d get furious with me. Still, I obviously can’t grow a means to become selfless and allow her to move on.

However, the monsters in my head won’t let me rest. They point out the severe consequences for fully letting her in.

Because if it gets to that place, it’ll destroy, leaving one of us heartbroken and crippled inside.

She might be strong enough for that.

I’m not.

* * *

“Fuck you!” William spits out, blood flying in the air and down the corner of his busted bottom lip.

He pulls at his black zip ties, jerking his body around and getting the chair to crash along the floor with his attempted escape.

“No, thanks,” Blue remarks, unaffected as she checks her nails and circles around him. “You’re not my type.”

William scoffs. “What wealthy men?”

“Oh no, rich dudes do it for me.” She peers up at me and winks like a jackass, knowing it’s usually the kind of fuckers Em is normally around. “I don’t like entitled pricks.”

“My prick is just fine, Ginger,” he retorts sourly. “Why don’t you sit on it and I’ll show you—“ Her hand seizes his neck as she straddles his body before plopping down in his lap.

Her ivory dress rides up her tan thighs, which she doesn’t bother fixing, and pushes his head back to expose the column of his throat.

“I think you have the wrong impression of me,” Blue announces slowly. “See, we’re not here to fuck around. Big Man over there likes to hurt and ask questions later, but I like a little pleasure first.”

“Pleasure?” he repeats, skepticism in his tone. “What do you mean?”

Blue releases his neck and brings one of her thumbs up to