The lies we tell

“Who is that?” I asked in a low tone, inhaling, then passing the blunt back.

“Jessa. She’s alright. Maybe not to you.” We both watched as Caiden spun her around to face us, sliding his arms around her waist, and she gave me a triumphant smile.

“She sucks cock like a fucking porn star.” Cassius continued to twist the knife, and a mixture of blinding rage, hatred, and jealously filled me as Caiden leaned down to kiss her neck, and she turned her head, ru

“Fuck him,” I seethed, downing the rest of my beer and slamming the bottle down on the table in front of us.

“That’s the spirit, babe. Let’s give him a taste of his own medicine, yeah?”

“Yes.”

Cassius took one last drag of the blunt and carefully placed it in the ashtray, then pulled me onto his lap, his arms coming around my waist. “Tell me if you want me to stop, at any point, okay?”

I nodded and closed my eyes as he trailed his lips down my neck, his mouth hot against my skin. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t Caiden’s,” he murmured, kissing the top of my shoulder.

“I’m not Caiden’s.”

“You are,” he sighed. “But since he’s in denial and playing dirty, I get to play with you.” He ran his hands over my bare thighs in slow, caressing strokes, then reached forwards to grab his beer, gulping down the rest.

My unwilling attention was drawn back to Caiden. His eyes were almost black, furious, as he stared at us, palming Jessa’s tits as she ground her ass into him. I gasped, and Cassius grabbed me around the waist, spi

His lips felt wrong. I kissed him harder, trying to feel something. He was an amazing kisser, but there was no passion, no spark, no fire.

Without any warning I was suddenly yanked off him and half dragged, half carried out of the room.

“What the fuck! Let go of me, right now, you asshole!” I screamed in Caiden’s face, flailing against him. He ignored me and dragged me up the stairs onto the landing, where he let go of me and I stumbled, falling forwards and catching myself on the wall.

I spun myself around to face him, raging, my hand swinging out to slap him.

He caught it with lightning reflexes and gripping tightly onto my wrists, crowded me up against the wall so I was trapped by his body.

I could feel the heat and fury pouring off him in waves, as he stared at me, breathing heavily, his teeth bared in a snarl, his eyes completely black. His chest was bare, his perfectly ripped torso pressed against me. His grey sweatpants, low on his hips, did nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock.

As if of its own accord, my body arched towards his so I could feel his hardness pressing into me, and I whimpered, hating myself for my reaction to him.

He growled low in his throat. “We’re not doing this.”

“No, we’re not,” I agreed, leaning against the wall for support and curling my leg around the back of his to nudge him closer.

“You were grinding all over Cassius downstairs. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” He viciously nipped at my collarbone, then licked over the stinging bite mark.

“Yeah, like you had your hands all over Jessa’s tits?” I leaned closer, biting his neck. “Is your dick hard for her or for me?”

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, letting go of my wrists and slipping his hand between us, under my short dress. “You’re so wet. Are you wet for him or for me?”

“I hate you.”

He ground the heel of his hand into me and I moaned, my hand reaching down between us to slide along his cock, stroking it through his sweatpants. “We’re not doing this,” he repeated, his voice hoarse and desperate, his eyes darkened with arousal.

“I know.”

He smashed his lips onto mine.

The fire between us blazed to life as I opened my mouth for him. His arms came around me, and he effortlessly picked me up, carrying me along the landing. The next minute a door was slammed, and he was pushing me up against it, tugging my dress off over my head.

I yanked his sweatpants down and his hard cock sprang free, and I curled my hand around it and squeezed lightly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, undoing my bra and ripping my underwear away from my body. He picked me up again, and I hooked my ankles around him as we fell onto a bed, biting at his bottom lip, then savagely raking my nails down his back. I wanted to punish him for what he’d done downstairs.

“Why are you such an asshole?” I asked in between biting kisses, my words ending on a moan as he dragged his thick cock against my wetness.

“Why are you always in my fucking head?” His voice was agonised as he moved his head lower, biting and sucking at my nipples until I had to tug his hair forcefully, to pull him back up to me, unable to bear the torture of pleasure and pain any longer, needing him inside me.

I reached down between us and gripped his cock, gliding my thumb over the precum on the tip. He let out a shaky breath and stilled my hand, raising himself up onto his elbows and reaching into the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a foil packet. Then he rolled it on and was thrusting inside me, filling me completely, before I could even catch my breath. He pounded in and out of me, a punishing rhythm that I matched as I gripped his ass, digging my nails into his skin, pulling him even closer.

He suddenly pulled out and flipped me over, pulling me onto my knees and thrusting back inside me, reaching around to my clit.

“Cade.” I moaned his name over and over as he fucked me, hurtling towards my orgasm. I came so hard that I thought I was going to black out, feeling his cock pulsate inside me as he gripped onto me tightly, his whole body shuddering as he found his own release.

I collapsed onto the bed, breathless and panting.

“Snowflake,” came the soft whisper, and the barest brush of lips against my spine.

I passed out.

I awoke, disorientated. Where was I? I sat up and glanced around me. I was in a bed, under the covers. Cool charcoal sheets, a dim lamp with a black ceramic skull-shaped base on the bedside table, casting shadows across the room, slate-grey walls with white wood trim, honey-toned floorboards, and a huge rug.

Okay. This wasn’t the guest room.

Caiden’s room?

If so, I was in his bed.

There was a weight pi

Grabbing my bag, I padded out of the room, stopping to pick up my dress and underwear which had been left in a pile on the floor next to the door, and went back into the guest room.

My head was spi

Caiden. How the fuck did we get from hateful glares to the hottest sex of my life, bar none?

No idea.

As I wandered back into the lounge room dressed in pyjama shorts and a navy camisole, barefoot, my hair piled on top of my head, I stopped dead. Oh yeah. I’d somehow managed to forget there were other people here. Next to the girls with their heavy make-up, short dresses, and killer heels, I felt severely lacking. I turned on my heel and walked straight out, instead heading into the kitchen, where I rummaged in the fridge for a drink, pulling out a bottle of Prosecco. Fu