Deception's Game (The Misses Book 2)

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Reeza parked in their apartment's garage then put on an oversized hoodie and flip flops that were in her trunk. She put the hoodie over her head, then some shades on her face. She jogged to the elevator then pressed her floor number. They owned a floor so she didn’t have to worry about neighbors, but she did have to worry about her mother.

When she walked in she kept on her flip flops and started to tiptoe to her room. After she passed the guest bathroom, she could hear the loud moans and screams coming from her mother’s room. She never failed to yell Levi’s name. [Father’s here.] It was her, “I will always be yours” signature scream.

She went into her bedroom and walked directly to her personal bathroom. She pressed the timer to fill and heat the bathtub, then she turned on the shower and stepped in. She pulled the sweater over her head and let it fall onto the shower floor. The floor or she filled with the filth from her hands and feet. She let her dress fall then removed her undergarments, the cleaner her hands became.

She wanted to cry, not because unknown things happened to her while she was unconscious, but because she enjoyed it. [Never again.] While she enjoyed the s*x, it was far beneath her. It removed her from her throne as princess and made her nothing more than a peasant, f*****g her mate in the dirt. [Never again.] She washed her multiple times and scrubbed her body until it burned.

When she was finally satisfied, she added detox agents to the tub and laid in it until her skin started to prune. [Never again.]

By the time she got out of the tub it was four thirty. She instinctively cracked her door to see if Levi was still there. She was already at a low, she couldn’t possibly feel any lower. Since they were unaware of her being home they moved their happy sexy time to the couch probably in the midst of getting water.

The sound of Levi’s groans were disgustingly soothing. She slowly closed her door then slid down the wall. She pulled her knees to her chest and thought about Grayson. She wanted him to hug her and call her his princess. Kiss her gently while running his fingers through her hair. She tucked her face into her thighs and giggled, “What a demon.”

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Luke sat around with his old friends from Hausen and had drinks. From where they sat they could see Athena’s car, Athena’s terribly expensive car. He started to question if he would play with her again. But he was sure after that night she would want to do it again. He thought she was just some upper middle class princess that Grayson was being nice to. But her car said otherwise

“Man! That was crazy, Legs! Where do you find these women?!” Scoots said then started laughing.

“Just some privileged b***h, who doesn’t understand the world. I bet she does now!” He said then took a shot.

“I wished we could’ve recorded this. It would probably sell for thousands on a top dollar porn site.” Cutta slurred.

“I wanna f**k her next time, Legs. Don’t be stingy!” Sleezy pleaded.

“If she comes back I will make sure I record it and, I will think about it, Sleeze, but we can’t take chances of getting caught here or with her. She may be more of a risk than I originally thought.” He responded.

When he leaned back to look out the window again, he saw her headlight come on. He looked down at his phone to check the time. [Three o’clock and my wife still hasn’t checked in.]

He took his last shot of liquor and bid his friends farewell. Even though they continued to live in Hausen all of them had good jobs. They were a ragtag bunch of deliquents but they were really good at not getting caught.

As he walked back to his car, his thoughts of Athena faded. He wanted his wife to care that he was out late at night. He wanted her to join him for lunch occasionally. For the past two months he only heard her say good night or want any breakfast. She seemed to be avoiding being alone with him.

He wanted to wake her up with his length deep inside of her. See her shocked eyes when her loving husband treated her like he felt she was treating him. He hated that he loved her so much. He was pretty good at doing hateful things but when it came to his wife, she was his queen. He would give her anything on this planet, cars, dead bodies,jewelry, anything.

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Grayson talked to Luke off and on throughout the weekend, he seemed excited about something. He could only hope it was about reviving his marriage. Luke was the reason he was able to find an internship without his father’s knowledge. He was going to dive into the world of thermodynamics research. He owed him so much, the least he could do was help him figure out how to make his marriage work. He was his role model. Luke was strong and crazy, but once he decided he wanted to be a dentist, he went to school and got his degrees in order.

He even ventured to start his own business. He wanted to be just like Luke. As he arrived at the club. He felt a little giddy. Like a school girl seeing her crush from a distance and wondering what the odds of having her crush finally acknowledge her would be. He looked at the appointments that were scheduled and it was the usual suspects.Like many nights he didn’t expect anything out of the norm.

While he was preparing Licious for her first appointment, a tear rolled down her cheek. He wiped it away and then asked Licious, “Are you okay?” She slowly nodded then smiled. He walked into the back room and watched the play. In the front of his mind he kept thinking about that tear and her fake smile. [Something is definitely not right.]

At the end of the day, she seemed annoyed. She was rolling her eyes the moment the client left but he wasn’t going to push her to talk to him. He walked in the room for their closing session. He sat on the floor waiting for her to embrace him. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his.

“Licious, is there something you want to talk about?”

“Call me Beck.” she said. The heat from her breath grazed his lips.

Then she licked his leather mask. He couldn’t feel her tongue but the pressure against his face made him close his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Beck?” He asked after opening his eyes to her tearfilled face.

“I’m tired of doing this. I want to have my own life, my own lover.”

Grayson stared at her pouty lips then kissed her deeply. He laid her on her back, pressing himself between her thighs. Their balls and shafts collided against each other like a match on its box, working to start a fire. It was their destiny. She dug her nails into his back and whispered his club name..”Guyver.” Then she pushed her hand between them.

He sat back as she lifted a leather pocket that was attached to her catsuit. She pushed her p***s into the pocket and then instructed him to do the same. He relieved the stress that his length was putting on his leather pants. He inserted his length into the opening. It was warm. Their p***s’ layered on top of each other, twitching, aching for him to move.

He laid back on top of Beck and pushed his arms behind her shoulders. He moved his hip back and forth as the enclosure that held them together tightened around their lengths. Her moans and hisses made him press harder against her.

She straightened her legs out as he straddled her. She constantly whispered Guyver over again. He could feel the warmth of her c*m filling the sleeve. He leaned down and growled her name as their c*m started to intermingle. Then he took a moment to gently kiss her lips.