The Deception series boxset: FaCade, Cadence, Beneath Innocence (33 page)

“You need to come, Faye. Jesus Christ, you need to come.” He sounded so desperate that I slid my hand between us and started to rub at my clit.

“Slide your finger inside beside my cock. Fuck yourself at the same time as I do.”

I shivered, his words pulling my climax to the edge. He rolled us slightly to the side as he pushed his little finger into my mouth. I knew what he wanted so I wrapped my tongue around his finger, coating it in my spit. A wicked grin touched his lips when he knew I wanted what he was going to give me.

My orgasm started as he slipped his finger from my mouth and into my backside, pushing in deep as he forced his cock even deeper beside my finger. “Oh yeah,” he whispered, “My girl likes it dirty.”

“Cade!” I screamed as my soul touched heaven and I ground onto him harder, prompting his own climax. I’d never felt such intense pleasure from just a look but right then, as his eyes locked onto mine through our joint orgasm, he made love to me with both his body and his mind. . . .

“Oh God! Cade!” My screams filled the air, rebounding off the tiled walls and echoing back at us. Dante’s fingers stilled inside me as my orgasm ripped through me. His palm encompassed my throat, bringing my head forward towards his lips.

“You cunt!” He spat before forcing my head back. The impact stung and spread like black ink on fabric, swallowing my consciousness.

A PRICK IN MY ARM woke me, the sharp sting jolting me from slumber. My eyes flew open. Cloudy vision showed me a female in front of me; the scent of Delia’s potent perfume invaded my space. I scurried from the bed, landing in a not so graceful heap. Lifting my arm, I rubbed at the tiny bubble of blood.

“What the fuck did you inject into me?” I screeched, in fear of them stealing my mind.

“Calm down! It’s only antenatal vitamins. I stitched your cut. It may scar, I don’t have the best eyes at the moment.” She sneered, walking around the bed to stand over me. I grinned when I saw her eyes blackened. Bitch deserved more than that.

Her eyes narrowed at my pleasure. “I’ll be downstairs seeing to Dante. If you feel nauseous, that’s the sign of a healthy pregnancy.”

How could I ever hope to have a healthy pregnancy when Dante couldn’t go one day without inflicting injury on me? I didn’t even remember leaving the shower.

“You know . . . I watch a lot of Entertainment Tonight.”

And? This bitch was going to inflict pain worse than Dante could, I just knew it.

“I see Cade had been comforted by that stylist of his. Didn’t take him long to move on.” She smirked, leaving devastation in her wake.

Amy!
I had exposed my jealousy about the over-familiar acts of Amy to Cade many times which he found hilarious; adorable was his exact word.
‘She is like a little sister to me, Faye, and I promise she isn’t after me.’

Would he really move on so quickly, and with her? The images possessed my thoughts, eating away at me like a million bugs invading my body, devouring me inside-out.

I stumbled as I rose to my feet. I didn’t trust that doctor as far as I could punch her. I told him to keep her away yet there she was. I was losing any say I had gained. I was becoming a prisoner again and I wouldn’t stand for it. I had to have some power; it was my body.

Throwing a robe on, I marched through the house. My step faltered when I came to Dante’s office and found the door ajar. I could see his desk, and upon it a very naked Delia, her ass prone in the air, her waxed bits all open and on display. A heavy hand came down on her ass cheek, startling me.

My hand came over my mouth to mask any sound. I didn’t want them to know I was witnessing this. It would only fuel that whore’s delight.

Malik came into view; it was him slapping her ass. I stepped closer and watched him push an object into her butt; it looked like a wine stopper but a lot bigger. An anal plug. Her answering moan told me she didn’t mind. His chunky fingers then prodded at her entry. He roughly finger fucked her, adding more fingers as she begged, “More!” He was practically a puppet master; his whole giant fist nearly disappeared inside her.

“Dante . . . DANTE!” She screamed. The insane bitch. I almost smiled at her pathetic obsession with someone she clearly only got to fantasize about—until he appeared into view. He must have been watching out of my line of sight but in perfect view of the show she and Malik put on.

It hurt like a knife slicing me with the sound of his zipper opening. Everything he put me through when he had a plaything right there who would play into any sick fantasy he could conjure up. How could he be so blatant with her after making me tell the world we’re engaged? Insult upon insult, salt in a very open freaking wound. I wished he would just love her and forget I existed.

“I’m going to give you what you want,” he said, and patted her head like a parent praising a child.

The asshole.

She was panting, the squishing sound from Malik pounding at her made the acid in my stomach crawl up my throat like a wildfire. Gripping her hair in his hold, Dante guided her mouth to his cock.

“When Star misbehaves, I’ll use you to punish her from now on.” His eyes flashed up and collided with my own. Tears welled and dropped with my eyelids. I had let this man into my body. I hated myself almost as much as I hated him.

“THE PILOT WON’T BE READY until the morning so we have a couple hours to kill. Try and get a hold of Blue,” I told Jenson, who blanched. My eyebrow quirked.

“She flew in with the band.” He shrugged sheepishly.

“She’s in your hotel room right now isn’t she?”

“Yep, naked.” He smirked.

Usually I would have busted his balls for caving and letting her travel with the band. She kicked ass at what she did but she was still a band groupie and I didn’t just mean Beneath Innocence. Blue had a killer body and rock stars succumbed to it like an addict to drugs. Jet black hair down to her ass with wild blue streaks that matched her eyes surrounded a tiny body. Her 5ft 4 frame held huge tits and an ass that could rival Kim Kardashian’s. Her waist was small and her legs shapely with a tattoo that started from her toe and traveled her entire length, up the side of her calf, thigh, hip and ribs, ending at her armpit. It was a tree branch. “Upas tree” according to Jenson; it apparently paralyzes the heart muscle. She was known as Blue amongst her friends and bed partners because they said her hair and eyes matched the cold in her heart. I had a lot of respect for her but not for what she did with Jenson. He was in love with her and she knew it yet still took him to bed and followed him, denying she felt the same. She had walls I didn’t think anyone would ever get through but when Jenson released the song
Blue Hue
with the lyrics undeniably about her, she had the chorus tattooed into the tree tattoo on her ribs.

‘I’m scratching, clawing at the surface but you’re impenetrable. Your taste on my tongue, your scent on my skin but your mind you won’t let me in.

Let me inside; let me see you stripped of your mask, no more don’t tell, no more don’t ask.

I want to swim in you but I’m drowning in the blue hue.’

“Cade, I want you to keep calm when you talk with her. She knows nothing about this shit.” Rolling the tension out of my shoulders I nodded and followed him to his room.

Slipping the card key into the lock, it bleeped and opened under his push. Light from the hall flooded the darkened entry. The room smelled of sweat and sex, clothes littered the plush carpets and the sound of running water alerted us to the shower running. The door to the bathroom was ajar.

Blue’s shadow cast over the bed as she stood in the open doorway. Her hair covered her tits but her bare pussy was on full display and I couldn’t help but look when I saw the ink there.
‘Touch me’

The girl had character that was for sure.

Jenson rushed to cover her lack of modesty. “Baby, I’m not alone,” he told her, although she was staring straight at me with a raised brow.

“Hey, Cade! You come to party?” She smirked at Jenson who growled at her.

“I need to speak to you about a system you designed for my brother.”

Turning into the bathroom she called out over her shoulder. “You know my work is specific to each client, Cade. I can make you something similar but I never make two of the same designs to ensure exclusivity and unpredictability in cracking them.”

“How did you even meet him and why have you never mentioned it before?” Jenson asked.

“I don’t have to tell you who I meet and what I do for them. We actually had a mutual acquaintance.” She shivered, making her junk jiggle but it wasn’t from the cold. “A vile man called Hunter, into some really dark market stuff. Dante made me feel safe when I was around this Hunter guy so . . .”

The shower fall changed rhythm as she stepped into it. This was stupid. I couldn’t shout to her over the noise so I pushed Jenson aside and went inside. Her hair looked like liquid ink over her skin and she grinned, probably thinking I was checking her out. She was hot, there was no denying that, but my woman couldn’t be rivaled, and no tits or ass could come close to hers. I just wanted answers. She could finger fuck herself and my dick wouldn’t even notice. It belonged to Faye and it longed to feel her warmth around it again.

“Blue, I need to know how to disarm it.”

Her cackle echoed around the room. “No chance, Cade.”

“Blue,” Jenson pleaded. “This is really important. He has Faye there.”

Opening the shower door she stepped out. “I know, I saw the interview.”

“It’s not like it seems, she doesn’t want to be there,” I said quickly. She studied me. I didn’t waver in her silent interrogation.

“I can see when someone is lying, especially when it’s to themselves. Lord knows I do it enough.” Her eyes flittered to Jenson but came back to me before anyone could blink. “I know she’s lying but I’m not sure to what extent. I’ve met Dante. He isn’t the type that needs to harbor women who don’t want to be there. And Cade,” she stepped into my space, her tone dropping and her eyes glazing, “there’s not many women apart from the ones who prefer pussy to cock that wouldn’t want to be there. Dante’s a freak in the sack.” She bit her lip before smirking.

“For fuck’s sake!” Jenson breathed.

“Fine, I’ll help you but this is my reputation on the line here. No one can know I helped you.”

Thank fuck. God must have been smiling down on me.

It was time to bring my girl home.