Page 31 of Unlawful Lies

“You’re going to listen to me, little fox.” He points his treacherous finger right between my eyes. “I didn’t kill your dad. And I had nothing to do with this blackmail bullshit. Now, I’m offering to help you, and if you’re a smart woman, you’ll take the offer. Because right now, I’m the only person you have in your corner.”

“Or else?” I bite down on my lip again, and Edward tracks the movement. He’s too close and my skin prickles with awareness, the same kind shooting down to the area between my legs.

“Or else the police with crush you. If they don’t, someone else will come in. A pretty girl like you? A virgin? You’re a prize. I’d hate to think what would happen to you.”

I want him to hurt. I want him to cry. I want?—

I’m the first one who makes the move. My hands go around his neck and haul his face to mine, our lips pressing together.

“I hate you.”

Nearly as much as I hate myself right now for walking right into this trap. He needs to know how I feel about him. Especially when he grabs my hair and yanks back, hauling us both to our feet, struggling to find his balance.

His arm bands around my back, chaining us together, and I lift my knee to kick between his legs through kisses.

He squeezes my leg with his to stop me before I make a hit. “You are such a little bitch.”

“You’re a fucking demon.”

His smile widens, and I catch a flash of very white teeth before he kisses me again, hard and punishing. I match him stroke for stroke.

“You’re going to let me fuck you,” he growls against my skin. His tongue strokes against mine, and he bites down on my lip in the same place I had.

The pain is bright and sharp, and I cry out, giving him the leeway to spin me around and force me to the chair. Anger, grief, confusion, everything tangles together before the feeling of his cock against my ass obliterates them all.

“You’re going to like it when I do, Nicola.”

Edward uses his strength to force my chest down to the cushions, and I grab the arms in the same place he had, my knuckles white. He keeps his palm, unyielding, against the small of my back and slides his other hand between my legs.

“Won’t it devalue me?” I remind him.

Except I’m aroused. My core pulses, and my panties soak right through, my breasts tingling. How can I want someone who does such horrible things? Who treats me this way and hurts me? Who killed my father and blackmailed me?

There’s something wrong with me.

“Not to me. It will only make you more beautiful with my cock inside you.”

Something is seriously wrong with me when Edward grinds his erection to me, and I gasp. His lips are hot on the back of my neck when he draws my hair aside. His fingers trail above my center.

“Why aren’t you wearing a skirt? I’ve dreamed of pushing your skirt up and finding you dripping wet for me,” he growls. I reach back for him, only for him to slap my hand away. “Stay still.”

I’m not the type to take orders, especially not when he’s going for my zipper. I buck, jostling him, and manage to turn in time for him to catch me in his arms.

“I’m not going to stand like a statue and let you rape me.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” He kisses me hard, and I start to melt. “Because you want this. You want this so badly I bet you’re already throbbing. You’re going to be so tight around my cock, Nicola.”

I don’t need to turn around to feel the hardness of him through his pants. He thrusts his hips against me again.

I want to taste him so fucking badly. Saying no to him all this time has made me a challenge for him to conquer. Little does he know, I want him the same way he wants me.

Every part of me flushes with heat.

“Are you sure you want to sleep with your enemy, Edward?” My voice is a purr I equally love and despite.

Nothing matters in the end. Not when I have a pressing need to feel him.

“Do you want to be my enemy now, little fox?” His hand brushes the hair from the side of my face and grips it between his fingers.

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