Page 80 of When Lies Unfold

He leans back, his searing gaze on me. His fingers have stilled inside me while his thumb moves in exaggeratedly slow strokes over my clit.

I’m held captive by his dark, lust-filled eyes, so when an indecipherable emotion crosses his features, my stomach tightens.

The barest hint of a smug smirk tugs at his lips. Lips that hold the power to render me mindless. “Guess you want me to stop.”

I glare at him. “You’re an asshole.”

He leans closer, the tiniest trace of amusement clinging to his words. “And I think you like it.”

I mash my lips together to suppress my gasp when his thumb presses down on my clit, electrifying all my nerve endings. The flare of heat in his gaze tells me he noticed my reaction.

When he rasps his thumb over my clit again, my nipples harden even more. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?” He captures my lower lip between his teeth, giving it a little tug that I feel all the way to my core. Approval lights his eyes when I coat him with more wetness.

Releasing my lip, he soothes it with his tongue. “Nah,” he murmurs. “Don’t think you do.”

I practically growl in frustration. “Just finish what you’ve started already.”

He grins against my mouth, planting a slow, soft kiss to each corner as though he has all the time in the world. “Think you’re in the position to be makin’ demands?”

With my palms splayed against the hard wall of his chest, it’s impossible to ignore the ridged and puckered skin from old wounds, disguised by his ink. Skimming my hands along his heated flesh, I mold my fingers over where he prods against the front of his pants.

Challenge alight in his eyes, he moves his two fingers inside me, curling them to stroke that particular spot that has my toes curling. Need burns a fiery path through me, and I rock into his touch.

Hot possessiveness takes hold of his expression. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that? Stubborn. Regal.” He punctuates this with a nip of my lips, his tone hushed. “Powerful. Strong.”

Powerful. Strong. The male pride infused in his voice increases my arousal. Because no one’s ever considered me powerful or strong before.

I’ve always been viewed as less than. A subservient being. Disposable. A weakness.

On its own accord, my body melts into his, and he immediately registers my acquiescence.

“Yeah, you don’t want me to stop.” He captures my mouth for a deep kiss, his tongue delving inside just as his fingers do the same inside me.

I stroke him over his pants, and he surges against my palm, pulsing and prodding through the fabric. He’s hard as steel, and I imagine what he’d feel like inside me.

He works me to a frenzy, his thumb tormenting my clit while his fingers thrust in and out of me. I glide my hand over his hard cock, wishing I were touching his bare flesh. Wishing I could make him come undone like I did before.

When he removes my hand from him and guides it to my breast, his voice is a barely audible rasp against my lips. “Touch those gorgeous tits for me.”

He delivers another wet kiss before groaning against my mouth when I circle my hard nipple through the fabric of my sundress. “That’s it.” He speeds up his thrusting fingers and circling thumb.

My free hand clutches at his bicep, my nails digging into the fabric like daggers, but he doesn’t appear to care. So close to the brink, I let out a keening cry, and he takes my mouth with his, swallowing the sound.

Breaking the kiss briefly, he mutters against my lips, “Want you to come so hard you strangle my fingers.” He claims my mouth again in a searing kiss while he finger-fucks me and works my clit, sending me over the edge.

My pussy contracts around him, hips rocking as my body quakes through my release. He tears his lips from mine, burying his face in my neck with a groan. “That’s it. Show me how you’d ride my cock. Fuck, yeah.”

My lips part, and my moan gets trapped in my throat when he drops openmouthed kisses along the side of my neck before raking his teeth over it.

Once the shudders subside and the haze of lust dissipates, I realize I’m still clutching him.

His husky “So fuckin’ perfect” reaches my ears, and an onslaught of pride ripples through me.

The delicate kiss he plants on my collarbone is at such extreme odds with the crass bully of a man I’ve come to know him as.

I wonder if he’s toying with me—if this is all a ploy. Because he’s made it all too clear he doesn’t trust me.

And I’ve fallen prey to him yet again. What is wrong with me?

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