Page 21 of Lethal Truths

“Do you plan on getting in, or do I have to help myself?” I tease, smoothing my hand down my stomach until it settles between my legs. I spread my knees a bit wider and leisurely stroke myself, knowing Creed can see every move my fingers make. Creed’s jaw ticks as he watches me. I circle my clit almost lazily, not actually trying to work myself into a frenzy. I mean, my fingers are just fine, but nothing compares to his dick. “Please, Creed,” I whine as I slip a finger inside myself.

In a matter of seconds, his control snaps and he climbs into the tub behind me, ripping my hand from my core. “You think you get to touch yourself, get yourself off, and I won’t punish you for it, huh?” he murmurs, dropping his mouth to my neck and biting just hard enough to draw a whimper from me. “When we’re together, the only fingers you’ll feel are mine,“ he says, pushing two fingers into me from behind. He pumps them slowly, deeply, swirling his thumb over my clit.

I close my eyes on a breathy moan, arching my back and leaning into his touch. He hits a spot inside me that has my hips bucking, and when he curls his fingers against it, I whimper, “Oh fuck.”

Creed hums, withdrawing his fingers. “The only pleasure you’ll feel will come from me,“ he rasps a second before sinking his cock into me. The force of his thrust pushes my hips against the tub, and the little bite of pain only increases my arousal.

“Fuck me, then,” I moan, pushing back on his dick to meet his slow, torturous movements. “Make me scream, and then maybe I’ll agree with you.”

The dark chuckle he gives me has my pussy clenching with excitement. “Oh, Ember, baby,” Creed coos, curling his fingers around my waist as he slowly pulls out to the tip. “I hope you don’t plan on walking tomorrow,” he murmurs, so soft and sweet, lulling me into a false comfort. A moment later, he slams into me, starting up a punishing rhythm that has me gasping for every breath.

I grip the edge of the tub to keep myself steady, trying to stop my hips from bruising against the porcelain. Not that I won’t be marked tomorrow because Creed’s affection comes with a bite, but I can at least keep the damage to a reasonable level. I won’t lie, though. I rather enjoy seeing the proof all over my body after he’s fucked me. Creed shoves himself deep and rolls his hips, stimulating every nerve I have. My eyes fall closed as I toss my head back, biting my lip to stifle my desperate mewls.

“Such a tease,” Creed breathes, digging his fingers harder into my skin. “You got me excited and now you’re holding back?” He tsks under his breath, spreading his knees a bit and changing the angle. He somehow hits a totally new and ultra sensitive spot. “Come on, baby. Don’t let me down. Scream for me, like a good fucking girl.”

I grin, looking over my shoulder to catch his hungry gaze. I’m just about to tell Creed that he’ll have to work harder for his reward, but the words never make it up my throat. Beyond Creed there’s a tall, dark figure standing just past the cracked door. When my eyes find his, he shifts closer, causing the light from the bathroom to fall over his tormented expression. Icy blue eyes roam over every inch of my bare skin that he can find. Somehow, it’s almost as if I can actually feel the heat from his stare, and for reasons I won’t address, it absolutely undoes me.

Creed picks up his tempo again and winds his arm around me to stroke my clit. Griffin licks his lips, his eyes finally lifting to meet my gaze. He blinks rapidly, the barest blush spreading through his cheeks, like he’s embarrassed to be caught. Just as Creed thrusts in deep, biting my shoulder with a growl, Griffin reaches down to rub his cock through his sweatpants, and I detonate.

Slamming my eyes shut as every muscle in my body locks up, a scream of ecstasy rips through me. My pussy clenches and floods, my orgasm drawn out to the last second by Creed’s filthy murmured praises. A moment later, he groans deep in his throat and pulls out, spilling his cum across my lower back and ass.

It takes a few seconds for my soul to come back down, the last tingles of my climax still echoing through me. When I blink open my heavy eyes, Griffin is gone, and I’m caught off guard by the bitter disappointment that curls in my stomach because of it. I don’t care about him, remember?

Creed presses sweet, lingering kisses along my shoulder and neck, probably over every spot he bit. He reaches my ear and whispers, “I got my scream. All you needed was an audience.”

Snapping my head around to look at him, I stumble over what to say. “I don’t— That’s not—“

“it’s okay, Prudence,” he murmurs, kissing my temple before backing away. He sits at the end of the tub, grabbing body wash and lathering his hands. “I’ll keep your dirty little secret,” he adds with a wicked smile and a sexy glint in his amber eyes.

I don’t say a word — what the hell would I say? — as Creed gently coaxes me to sit between his spread legs. He spends the next fifteen minutes washing and caressing my body while my mind is miles away, stuck on Griffin and the desire in his glacial eyes.

What the hell was that all about and why did him watching make my orgasm a million times stronger?

I don’t care about him anymore and yet… fuck, I kind of do.

14

Prudence

My day starts like any other.

I wake. I get ready. I go to class. It continues like all the rest. I walk with Creed. I take notes and hand in homework. I have dinner in the cafeteria.

So what happened between then and now? Where did I misstep? How have things gone so horribly wrong?

Because now, as I stumble my way down darkening paths, trying to rush back to Greek Row and the safety of my bedroom, I know I won’t make it. I know I’ve been drugged, and I’m going to collapse, and all I can do is struggle to put one foot in front of the other and hope that I can manage to get myself somewhere a bit more crowded before I go down.

Safety in numbers and all that crap.

Creed’s been like a hawk ever since Fright Night, but an hour ago, he texted and said he had to stay in class late for some group project he has due soon. He told me to stay safe or else he’d punish me for it — and I totally did not get tingles all over from the threat — but I’m clearly not safe right now. I shouldn’t have become so dependent on him for my security, because now I’m on my own and painfully aware of my vulnerabilities.

Belatedly, I make my numb fingers fumble in my pocket and pull out my phone. If I can just call someone, anyone, and ask for help, I’ll be fine. Hell, even if Asher showed up right now, I’d be glad.

But my legs fail me. My eyes grow heavy. My lungs take sluggish inhales of thick oxygen.

And the next thing I know is darkness as my body hits the asphalt.

Jerking awake with a raging headache and no idea how much time has passed is a weird feeling. What’s weirder? Blinking through the foggy mess in my brain and realizing I’m in my room, tucked up in bed, without a scratch on me.

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