Dirtiest Lie (11 page)

“Slade?” Romeo says a moment before there’s a dull but distinct thud, like someone dropping the end of a sofa.

“Done,” Slade says.

Hawthorne eases up, then steps away from me.

While I try to catch my breath, I shift my weight to one arm and run my fingers through my hair. Romeo isn’t moving at the moment, but my pussy sucks his huge cock. My body is stretched around him, and he certainly fills every centimeter of my pussy without even trying.

Under my thighs, I feel his legs, hard as steel through his pants.

Because my hair isn’t still blocking my view, I notice that part of the wall is different, that a padded bench has been pulled down. Slade leans against its edge. His jacket and tie are gone, and he’s rolling up his sleeves.

He’s waiting patiently, and I think I know what for.

They’re going to hold me down on that bench while Romeo shoves his gigantic cock into my ass.

I begin to shudder.

Romeo leans forward, which makes his cock go even deeper inside me. He’s too big for my pussy, so what will he do to my ass?

“You’re going to love this,” he says, and I think about his ex. I haven’t gotten the whole story from him yet—there wasn’t time—but knowing what I do about how incompatible he was with her makes me determined to do my best.

Slowly, he pushes me to standing. His slick length remains inside my body, and when he pops out, my sex clenches belatedly.

“That was hot,” Romeo says, thrusting a finger into my folds. My pussy tightens again, and he groans.

I love how vocal he is in his appreciation.

“We’re going to take turns with your ass,” he says. “I’m not just going to ram myself into you without preparation.” He and Hawthorne lead me to the bench.

As we walk, Hawthorne sheds his jacket and tie. He sits on the bench, kicks off his shoes and swings his legs up. Within a moment he’s lying flat.

“His cock will relax you,” Slade murmurs into my ear.

Romeo’s large hands deftly free me from my dress and my unpadded bra. The garter belt and pantyhose get to stay. He lifts me and settles me onto Hawthorne’s stiff cock.

Because of the prominent veins and his swollen mushroom-cap head, Hawthorne’s cock is ridged. When he slides over my G-spot, the sensitive area gets an orgasmic massage.

Moaning, I try to sit up, try to arch my spine and rub my clit against the base of his cock, but Romeo pushes me flat, and Hawthorne tangles his hands in my hair again.

Slippery, cool liquid bathes my pucker, then a cock presses up against me. I offer no resistance to Slade as he shoves past my tight ring of muscle and into my depths.

His first few thrusts are long and slow, and that’s easy for me, but these men are dominant, and they like their sex edged with pain.

They like making me submit.

And I, apparently, enjoy submitting.

He digs his fingers into my aching, sore buttocks, and he pumps his cock into my ass, grinds his hips when he’s buried to the hilt.

“Oh,” I moan, halfway between pleasure and agony.

“How does it feel?” he growls. “Do you want more?”

“I don’t know…” My noncommittal response is lost in a long whimper as Hawthorne tightens his body underneath me and begins banging into my pussy with short, hard bounces.

Romeo squirts more lube all over my ass.

The bench underneath us is already sticky. Hawthorne’s suit will have to go to the cleaners.

“Make her come,” Slade gasps.

Romeo shoves his hand between our bodies. He works my clit perfectly.

It’s always spectacular with these three.

Slade braces over me, and he’s fucking my ass hard. Being bounced between my two dominant bosses is terrifying… and hot.

Especially when Romeo makes me come.

He gives me another orgasm, then another, and I realize that Slade came, too…

Slade pulls out, and I hear him walking away. Water turns on in the background.

And then Romeo’s huge cock bumps against my ass.

~

“Just relax,” Romeo murmurs. One of his large hands presses on my lower back, his fingers splayed. I swear he’s covering half of my body like this.

He’s just so damned big.

“You can handle the tip,” he says.

That remains to be seen.

Hawthorne’s hand moves to my clit as he relinquishes his position inside my pussy. To me, that can’t be a good sign.

There’s no time to think about it. Hawthorne rubs his fingers across my clit, and another orgasm builds. When I crest in a wave of bliss, Romeo pops the first few inches of his cock inside me.

It hurts. It burns. I feel it in a way I’ve never felt anal sex before.

My mouth and eyes are wide open, and I’m not breathing. I’m not moving. I’ve just gone completely still.

“You’re doing great.” The deep bass of Romeo’s voice vibrates against my skin, and he nips the back of my neck.

And there’s nothing I can do but take it.

Well, technically, I could use my safe word, but I’d rather not.

“Here we go,” he murmurs into my ear. He bites the back of my neck. “You’re doing great…” He pushes deeper.

Somehow, my ass stretches. He’s so large that my pussy feels full, too.

Every time I think that surely he’s all the way inside, surely there can’t be more, he continues to go deeper, growling words of encouragement.

My ass is stretched around his girth, and there’s more to come.

Finally he sighs, and I realize he’s fully seated.

Hawthorne positions himself between my folds. As Romeo retreats, he presses in. Pain swaps with pleasure.

My bosses fuck me like this for five minutes. It feels awful and good and I even orgasm twice.

“She’s ready,” Romeo says. He’s deep inside me.

“You’ll kill me,” I plead. “Two of you are too much.”

“Use your safe word if you want us to stop,” Slade says.

Never.
Yet I can’t help begging as Hawthorne squeezes into my soft, wet channel.

My pussy and ass throb. I’m overfull.

But I did it.

Panic gives way to elation. I’ve finally done it, finally gotten Romeo into my ass while someone is in my pussy.

Slade steps forward and turns my head his way. “Open,” he says. He smells clean, and when his cock crosses my lips I catch the slightly bitter taste of the cleansing wash he used to clean off.

When he’s all the way down my throat, all three men pause for a moment.

One of Romeo’s hands captures my breast, to toy with my nipple. It’s not easy given that I’m mostly pushed flat onto Hawthorne’s chest, but he manages nonetheless.

Hawthorne runs a hand over my stinging buttocks, and he squeezes. “Your body is stretched full with us,” he says. “Does it feel as right to you as it does to me?”

Because of the cock down my throat, I can’t answer, but my pussy grips his shaft hard. It wasn’t intentional, rather a reflex because of what Hawthorne said.

Yes, this feels right to me.

The dominant men take turns moving, advancing and retreating.

They did this the first night we played together.

So I’m not surprised when they begin to go faster, and I’m being fucked roughly, banged into, nailed, pounded, used—

The bench squeaks under our weight. Despite the padded topping beneath us, my knees are chafing from friction.

I’m wet and sticky and stretched and overstimulated. My body goes limp, but Romeo pinches my nipple, and another orgasm builds.

All four of us come at roughly the same time. Romeo’s guttural growl of conquest is more of a roar, and the sound makes me come again.

I’ve never felt so right in my life.

A week later I’m standing outside my grandfather’s office building.

Wearing a black sheath dress and my favorite heels, I feel confident. This is one of my old favorite standbys, but today I don’t have on a padded bra.

I don’t need it.

“You can still back out,” Hawthorne repeats for the fifth time.

“Are you ready?” Romeo asks, and I nod.

A backward glance shows Slade close by, and behind him, the three clones.

Personally, I think it’s overkill; my grandfather doesn’t even know I’m coming here, to his office. He’s expecting a business meeting with my bosses.

We get a security escort to the top floor, and I duck into the bathroom.

Everyone will wait outside for me, so I try to be fast.

I throw my arms out wide, like I’m welcoming the world.

And I smile, a big, happy grin guaranteed to flood my bloodstream with confidence and endorphins.

Breathing deep, all the way into my stomach, I stretch my arms wider.

And I realize that even though I’m sick with nerves, I actually feel pretty damned confident.

Still, it can’t hurt.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I’m wearing far less makeup than I used to, but I’ll never give up my black eyeliner; it makes my pale blue eyes much more striking. There’s a flush to my cheeks.

Exiting the bathroom, I nod, and the security escort leads us toward the office. With each step, my nerves settle.

My grandfather’s secretary, someone I don’t know—he was never able to retain employees for long—waves us into his office.

Even though I’m wearing as much psychic armor as possible, I can’t help noticing that the office smells exactly the same as it did seven years ago: stale cigars, cracked leather, the pine cleaning products that fight valiantly against the smoke.

It hasn’t changed at all.

My grandfather is already coming around from his desk, a fake smile on his face, his bristly mustache evenly cut, his overly white teeth on display. He’s stretching a hand out to Romeo, but when I step forward, he freezes.

Just for a moment, then he regains his composure.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says.

After all the years, I’m a bit disappointed by his opening line. And he’s not nearly shocked enough, but then he knows that I work for these men, so he probably thought he’d run into me at some point… if he didn’t manage to kidnap me first.

“Wait right outside the door,” Slade instructs the clones.

“I see,” my grandfather says. His chin comes up.

I’m strangely calm considering that I’m in the process of confronting my worst nightmare.

“I’ll keep this brief and to the point,” I say. “You murdered my parents, and I have proof. I’m inclined to take what I have to the authorities, but I figured you won’t last long in prison, so why not give you a chance at survival? You have three days to leave the country, and if you ever come back, it’s over.”

My grandfather stares at me in shock. “I don’t know what to say,” he murmurs, but I can see the wheels turning in his head. “You’re wrong, and I’m not leaving. I didn’t murder anyone.”

I reach into my purse and pull out my phone. “Do we need to review the evidence together?”

“You never were a deep thinker, Lindsay,” he says. “Let me break it down so even a high school dropout such as yourself can understand. You don’t have proof because there is no proof. You know how I can be so certain?” He leans in, his lips in a sneer. “Because I didn’t do anything.”

“Liar,” I say calmly, but my heart starts banging around inside my chest. “That might work with people who don’t know you, but I’ve seen your black soul. Your fingerprints were all over that scheme.”

“Poetic,” he says. “But if you think it through logically, I wasn’t looking for people to sue back then. You have your cause and effect mixed up. I started looking for lawsuits to support the house after your parents—my
son
—died.”

There’s a fierce light in his eyes that gives me the chills, and I’m glad my bosses are there, silently witnessing and ready to intervene.

“You’re so full of shit,” I say, but I’m less convinced. “Why were you trying to find me? Why are you so scared of what I have to say?”

“I wasn’t scared
of
you, I was scared
for
you.”

Damn if he isn’t convincing. It doesn’t help that I very much want to believe him, to believe my parents’ death was nothing but a tragic accident.

“You’re beautiful, just like your mother,” he says. “I loved her like a daughter, and I know she was always so proud of you. Too bad you and Layla couldn’t obey, couldn’t stay out of the garage.” He spits the last words. “The minute you come after me, I’m going to tell Layla the truth. That she’s the reason they’re dead. Or did you think I didn’t know?”

Romeo steps past me. “Threaten us again and I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” he growls.

Blinking nervously, my grandfather sidles out of striking distance. “You want me to go? Twenty million. I’ll vanish like dandelion seeds on a windy day. You’ll never hear from me again.”

“Deal,” Hawthorne says. “We’ll be in touch next week.”

I stare at him, stunned. That’s much more than the value of the mansion plus the contents of my trust fund. But I’m not going to argue about it in front of the devil himself.

Slade opens the door and allows me to leave before he, Romeo, and Hawthorne exit. Hawthorne closes the door with a muffled but firm thud.

Somehow I make it across the office… this office where I spent so many hours after the accident, doing my homework, talking to the secretaries and hoping they’d give me a soda.

As we approach the doors leading outside, I can see my outline in the glass. My movements are confident, my head up, my shoulders back.

This is a dominant position. The three large men behind me have a lot to do with that.

For once, I’m not faking it.

This is how I feel, and it’s thanks to my bosses.

“You’re not paying twenty million,” I say when we’re outside.

“No, I’m not.” Hawthorne undoes the top button of his suit jacket. “I can guarantee you that he’ll raise the price by tomorrow night. He’ll never really go away.”

Where we’re standing, my grandfather can’t possibly see us, but I can’t help but slide my gaze over the building.

Then I take a deep breath. “Let’s destroy him.”

Romeo nods. “That’s an excellent idea.”

The limo pulls up, and a clone opens the door.

When we’re inside the vehicle, Slade takes my hand.