My Cruel Lover (Wicked Poison #3) - T.L. Smith Page 0,14

let go of me, and I don’t push her away either.

“I’m amazed you remember me. I never really saw you much unless you were with Paige.” I wince at her using that name. She doesn’t seem to notice, too lost in her own world.

Which I plan to be lost in soon as well.

It’s better than my hell.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom?” I ask. My words are direct, and I don’t mince them. She nods eagerly, her hands touching my chest. Usually, I would never do this. But today, well, actually, this whole week, can go fuck itself in the ass.

I lead Tamara to one of the two bathrooms and guide her in. It’s simple, just a toilet and a sink. Enough for me to bend her ass over and fuck her.

As soon as the door click shuts, she pulls at her dress, lifting it until it’s removed. I watch her with hazy eyes, then she reaches for my pants, undoes them, and pulls out my cock. She strokes it and leans in, kissing my lips. I let her because it’s better than the alternative.

Thinking of her…

When I’ve had enough of her lips, I turn my head to the side and push her down. She goes willingly, drops to her knees, and the hand that was massaging my cock keeps on doing so. Her tongue darts out, and she licks the tip before her mouth covers me, and she starts sucking. I grip her hair hard and help by fucking her mouth.

My eyes close for just a second, and when I reopen them, the door to the bathroom is slightly ajar, and standing there is Jacinta.

Her mouth completely open in shock, and disgust is written all over her face. I don’t miss the cold eyes, nor do I mistake the wrinkling of her nose. Perhaps disgust was an understatement. It’s more like abhorrence, even revulsion.

But why isn’t she moving?

I bite my lip and grip the girl’s hair harder, pushing in as deep as I can go as she makes a gagging sound.

Jacinta continues to watch.

“I can always take you next. She’s just warming me up,” I say, and her eyes snap up to mine, and her lips press into a thin line before she sneers at me with disdain.

“You are truly disgusting. And girl …” Jacinta looks down on the woman who’s wiping her mouth, “… think better of yourself before going into someone’s private bathroom and sucking cock.” Jacinta turns and stomps away. The girl on the floor, Tamara, I think her name is, stands and pulls herself into me.

“Get dressed.” I push her away and tuck my cock back into my pants and rush out of the bathroom. When I turn the corner, I find Jacinta standing in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

“You got some real attitude,” I say.

Jacinta faces me, then gives me an eye roll that I’m sure her eyes will be lost in the back of her head before she turns and walks toward the door.

“Offer still stands.”

She pauses at my words then turns back to look at me. She strides over and pushes her water bottle into my chest. “Sober up! You’re embarrassing yourself.”

I reach out for Jacinta, not giving her the opportunity to pull back from me, then lean right into her ear, and for some reason, instead of speaking, I breathe her in. Since when does she smell this good?

“You enjoyed it. Every damn minute of it.”

Jacinta gasps and pulls back. I expect her to slap me, but her hands are clenched at her sides. She simply shakes her head and walks away, leaving me standing there.

When Tamara finally comes out, she gives me the filthiest look before she heads toward the door.

Yeah, whatever!

Good riddance.

Chapter 8

Jacinta

I don’t look forward to going in to work the following Monday. Not at all. And to think most of my weekend was filled with images of the faces he pulled as that woman sucked his cock.

It was pure pleasure.

Why was I thinking anything about what he did?

I don’t like the man.

Yes, he’s good-looking, but I do not like him.

Not in the least.

Arriving at work at the usual time, I walk straight into Rylee’s office and shut the door.

She looks up, and I glance down to her hand, the one that bears the ring. “Congratulations again.”

She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Is this weird for you?” she asks in a soft, well-mannered voice.

“No, it’s not. I mean …