Page 74 of Red My Lips

“Done,” Lana agrees eagerly. “Where are you gonna go?”

“I need to go dark for a while,” I say, earning an understanding nod. It’s going to suck leaving Lana behind, but I need to get away from my stalker soon-to-be ex. And creating a plan on how I’m gonna lose him and stay gone for however long is going to take some strategy. Luckily, Lana and I are both as smart as we are pretty.

“Are you still going on Christos’ yacht next week?”

Lana nods. “We leave Friday.”

“I need to borrow your arms dealer.”

The sound of the front door slamming shut is followed closely by the metallic click of the lock. I stay in place, sitting back on my knees in the center of the bed, watching the bedroom door. The sound of heavy boots striding with a purpose grows closer, sending a thrill through me.

Gage is about to walk in here to find me basically naked and waiting for him in his bed. He’s going to fuck me and tell me how much he loves me. And I’m going to let him. Not only will I let him, I’m going to enjoy it.

This sex is about to be the best sex of my life. I’m going to use every inch of Gage’s body to wreck me, tear me in two, then put me back together. His skilled fingers, starved tongue, and big, desperate cock are going to destroy every inch of my body until I’m a breath away from death and ready to be reborn.

Then I’m going to rise up from the ashes and scorch the very earth Gage walks on.

I’m going to smile as Gage tells me how much he adores me. Every time I tell him I love him, I’m going to picture a new way to make him wish he’d never laid eyes on me. Each orgasm will come with the thought of severing our soul ties as brutally as possible.

“Holy fuck, you’re a goddamn vision.” Gage stands in the doorway, his large frame filling the space. His eyes move over me so slowly and meticulously that I can feel them touching every inch of my bare skin.

Showtime.

The lingerie set I put on just for him is in full effect, and his erection is already pressing against his jeans. The bows on each of my hips beg for his teeth to tug away the string thong, the underwire of my cup-less bra lifting my bare breasts to offer my hardened nipples to him. The black thigh-high stockings attached to my garter belt cut into my thick thighs, calling for Gage’s hands and lips.

The lust pouring through me gathers between my thighs until I’m soaking a spot on the comforter. Anticipation grows inside me until my chest is heaving with breathless pants. When Gage steps towards me, I smile at him with thoughts of everything I have planned.

Gage Lawless doesn’t know what’s coming for him.

Me.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Jill

I’ve never been this calm before.

Sitting here in Gage’s chair behind the desk in his office, staring at the door while I wait, my body and my mind are still. I feel at peace with what’s about to happen. There’s no doubt or turmoil in my soul for the first time, maybe ever. Only resolution. Knowing the truth—now, finally, after all this time—the chatter in my head is finally quiet.

If this is what being calm feels like, I’ve never been truly calm before. But I am now, in this moment. It’s not going to last very long, but I’m soaking it in while I have it.

The last four days have been spent pretending and planning. Pretending that I don’t hate Gage with every fiber of my being and planning my escape. I’ve come to terms with what I have to do, and I’ve meticulously organized my exit strategy. And with a little help from my best friend, I’m about to cut all ties with my life—and maybe gut a liar in the process.

The door to the office opens and a large figure steps through. Gage walks in, head bent as he types on his phone. When he looks up, and his eyes land on me, he halts mid-step in surprise. The way his eyes light up at the sight of me has anger chipping away at my calm.

Here we go.

“What are you doing in here, baby?” Gage asks, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him. When his gaze connects with mine, he stills. He can sense the dark storm coming.

“I’m sitting here thinking about how, out of all the piece-of-shit men I’ve dealt with in my life, you take the cake. Hands down.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Gage’s expression darkens until the room around us seems to dim. Anyone else would be scared shitless, I’ll admit he’s got the intimidation factor. But I’m not afraid of the dark.

“I’m talking about this.” I stand from my seat and toss the bracelet onto the desk between us. The gold hits the wood with a heavy metallic thump that rings in the silence. When Gage’s eyes land on the jewelry, tension ripples through his body until he turns to stone, some of the color draining from his face.

“It’s not—”

“It’s not what I think?” I cut him off bitterly. “All this time, I’ve been crying about the monster who killed my brother and how devastating it was that I’ll never know what happened to him. Turns out that not only did I seek comfort in the arms of the monster I was hunting, I even let him fuck me.”

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