Cruel Money (Cruel 1)

“About that slow and steady,” I said with a chuckle.

He responded by pulling out and slamming back into me. Hard and fast, just like I liked it.

“Oh,” I gasped.

“Come here,” he said. Then he hoisted me up into his arms so that I was practically sitting in his lap. He lifted me up and then forced me back down, driving himself deeper inside of me.

Our chests were pressed tight together. My arms were locked around his neck. There was nowhere else to look but deep into those blue eyes. And I was lost to them. Not to the sex we were having that was so much more than just fucking. But to his eyes and the story they told me as we slept together. The way they seemed to only see me. The window to his true emotions, which I’d thought were buried. And in truth, it was me who had hidden myself away.

Once he’d opened up, it had just unleashed from me.

He wanted this.

I wanted this.

Together, we were incredible.

I wanted this moment to last forever. To make up for those years we’d wasted with miscommunication. When I’d thought he was nothing but a conceited jerk and he’d been too wrapped up in his own problems to have something real and meaningful.

Penn’s grip tightened on my hips, and I could tell he was close. He thrust up hard inside me, and I unleashed. My orgasm sparked his own. We came together in a blur of ecstasy, and I collapsed backward on the bed.

Penn dropped down at my side. His chest was rising and falling in time with my own. I rolled over and lay my head on his shoulder.

“Wow,” I whispered. Because we’d had some great sex, but this was on another level. I hadn’t known it could get better.

“Wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. That last bit you did…just wow.”

He kissed my head and stroked my hair. “You were magnificent.”

“Mmm,” I agreed.

“Shower?”

I nodded. “I think that’s probably mandatory before round two.”

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I replied with a sigh.

“What are you doing for Halloween?”

“Is that coming up?” I rolled over to look at him.

“It’s, like, ten days away.”

“A lot can happen in ten days.”

“Yes,” he said. “We can have a lot of sex.”

“Well, then I am planning on having a lot of sex.”

He laughed. “There’s a party. I want to take you.”

“Like a date?”

“Like a date,” he confirmed.

“I could do that.”

“Yeah? Good. We’ll have to find you some lingerie.”

I raised my eyebrow. “What kind of party is this?”

“Annual Lingerie & Ears party,” Penn said. “Katherine throws it to raise money for animal hospitals and rescue shelters and sells out Club Marquee every year. It’s the best event in the city.”

“Aww,” I said. I was surprised Katherine had a charity of choice. “That’s great that the money is donated. But do I really have to wear lingerie and ears? Doesn’t that narrow down the options?”

His eyes grazed my body, and he got a good, long fill. “Most definitely.”

“Sounds like you wouldn’t mind some lingerie before the party.”

“I wouldn’t say no,” he said.

I felt his cock twitch against me, and my eyes widened. “Already?”

He rolled on top of me and grinned like a devil. “Imagining you in lingerie makes me want you.”

“Everything makes you want me.”

“Well good. Because I have every intention of fucking you all night.”

Part IV

Trick or Treat?

Natalie

27

“Must we coordinate?” I asked Katherine as I stepped out of her closet.

She took one look at my ensemble and actually applauded. “Oh my god, yes, we have to coordinate. Look at you!”

She spun me in a circle to face the tri-fold mirror. I was currently dressed in a white corseted leotard with a white garter that held up my white sheer thigh-high leggings. Emmanuel had fixed my makeup so that I shimmered brightly and my hair so that I had a fluffy halo. He had even affixed white wings, which I had no idea how I was going to get off.

“My little angel,” Katherine cheered. “These shoes.”

She pointed out white pumps, and I slipped my feet into them.

“I feel ridiculous.”

“But you look hot as fuck. And we match.” Katherine moved to stand next to me in the mirror in her devil outfit complete with horns, a tail, and a small pitchfork.

I still didn’t know how I’d ended up here, allowing Katherine to dress me up again. After her project comment, I’d felt out of sorts, but when Lewis had told me that Katherine got really bad when Penn was into someone, it had me totally on edge. I’d kept that fact from her because I had no interest in knowing what really bad actually meant.

“Perfect timing, too. The limo should be here any minute.”

She grabbed her blood-red bag and handed me a matching fluffy white one. I dropped my phone, small wallet, and the bracelet Penn had gotten me inside.