FaCade (Deception #1) by Ker Dukey, D.H. Sidebottom

clit throbbed as his hand rubbed furiously against me, encouraging my climax faster and harder.
    Every muscle in my body clenched. I lowered my eyes to his as he watched me from his knees, the muscles in his arm contracting feverishly as he labored me higher and higher. A choked sound ripped up my throat as my heart beat too fast in my chest. Sweat trickled from me as my orgasm approached.
    His eyes narrowed before he yanked his hand back and shot upright. My body screamed in need but I didn’t have chance to sort through the emotion before his hands gripped my shoulders and he shoved me to my knees.
    My eyes widened when he wrenched his zip down and pulled his cock out. He fisted it, his fingers wrapping around the long, thick length of him.
    “Open your mouth.”
    I stared at him, confusion and shock rendering me stupid.
    “Open – your – fucking – mouth!”
    My jaw snapped open. He jerked himself harder and harder, his eyes locked securely on mine. His abs rippled and his chest heaved as his cum shot across the gap between us, the warm cream spraying across my cheek, my mouth.. His roar of satisfaction drove my own desire to a dangerous level as I watched the pleasure tighten his face. His mouth opened in awe as his head fell back and his hips jerked with every pump of his orgasm.
    If I didn’t hate him so much, I would have deemed him as something of pure beauty. He was stunning in the moment of his ejaculation, his whole body hardening as his muscles confined him in a state of bliss.
    His last shudder broke the spell and his eyes once more found mine. A cruel smirk played on his lips as he tucked himself back in his pants.
    I remained immobile as shock took my inability to move and feel. “You’re welcome.” He laughed when my eyes widened further.
    He patted the side of my face and winked before he turned and opened the door. He looked over his shoulder at me, his expression dark and full of hatred once more. “Oh and if you touch yourself, then expect to be punished.”
    He said no more as he slid through the door and left me on my knees, my body throbbing in need, my mind full of self-disgust and my heart brimming with hatred at my own betrayal.

MALIK STOOD LEANING AGAINST THE wall when I closed the door behind me. He quirked an eyebrow. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
    I smirked and patted his shoulder. “Jealous?”
    He shrugged then pursed his lips. “You do know that I watched what happened in there?”
    “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Malik.”
    He nodded slowly. “Then you won’t hold it against me when I tell you she’s started remembering.”
    I slammed to a halt and turned to him. “What?”
    He sucked in his lips and nodded more slowly. “You said something to her and it triggered a memory.”
    I cocked my head in question. “How do you know?”
    “Because it was written all over her face. She looked at you puzzled after.”
    My stomach swirled as anger increased my heart rate. “It doesn’t matter. It will be over before it is fully reinstated.”
    He sighed and eyed me warily. “Are you sure about that?”
    I turned on him, grabbing his shirt in my fist as I shoved him back against the wall. “Don’t ever question me, Mal. You and I go way back, but I won’t tolerate your interference. Let me do this my way. She’s mine. You understand? She’s mine.”
    He held up his hands to soothe my temper. “I know, Dante. And I understand. I’m just warning you.”
    I glared at him, making sure he knew he had overstepped the mark before I dropped him and turned. “Tell Theo Maria is punished for her baiting. The stupid bitch could have ruined everything,” I ordered without looking at him.
    He sighed again but remained silent as he walked off in the other direction. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to push back the encroaching headache. It was too soon for her memory to return. I wasn’t sure how much she knew. Was I safe if it did return?
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