Page 50 of Tell Me Lies

“I just want you. Plain and simple. What I want, I get. That’s the first thing I want you to understand about me,” Rage answered. “When you become mine you will learn I take good care of all my possessions. You’ll want for nothing. No one would dare touch you, because they know they’d end up dead.”

He cupped her cheek and Cassie blew out a breath. When she didn’t fight or scream at him, he leaned over and kissed her. The magic that sparked between them yesterday—some traces of it were still present. Instead of pushing him away, she fisted his shirt, digging her nails into his collarbones. Then she kissed him back, all fieriness and bite. They ended up rolling on his bed, with Cassie above him. She settled herself on his stomach, her hands pressed firmly on his abs and her legs digging into his sides.

“What about what I want?” Cassie asked him.

She trailed her fingers down the thick tendons of his neck, placed feathery touches on his chest, his abs. When was the last time a woman was curious about his body? The answer was never. Most of the time, a quick fuck with some random club whore satiated his needs. With Cassie, it was the exact opposite.

The more time he spent with her, the more he craved her. It wasn’t just Cassie’s body he was obsessed with, but also her mind. Her likes and dislikes. Her personality, which once repulsed him, now intrigued him.

“Do you even know what you want?” Rage threw back at her. She fell silent for a few seconds, probably chewing on his question.

“You and me, it’s a bad idea,” she whispered finally.

Rage could tell she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea but Cassie would need more convincing. Cassie lifted the hem of his shirt and Rage raised his hands so she could peel it off him.

“There’s no future for you back in the city, Cassie. Hawk will keep sending men after you,” Rage told her point-blank.

“Why?” Cassie asked, lower lip trembling.

“You know the answer to that question. You’re not that naive,” Rage said.

“Breaker,” Cassie said. “You know, when I was younger, I often wished I wasn’t born as Breaker’s daughter, wasn’t exposed to this kind of life.”

“There’s no point wishing. You can’t change the past,” Rage said. “But we can decide the future together.”

“What if we spend all our married life bickering?” Cassie asked him.

“You worry too much.” Rage was tired of this conversation, so he leaned forward and kissed her. She responded eagerly, and started unbuttoning his jeans. Cassie pulled his zipper down, then positioned herself lower, until her lips touched the crown of his dick.

She licked the pre-cum gathered at the tip. Rage speared his fingers into her hair, urging her to continue. Cassie licked her lips and went down on him. Boy, he was wrong about her lacking in experience.

Cassie sucked every inch of him. She gathered his balls into her mouth. Rage groaned, using her hair as a handle as she bobbed her head up and down. Damn, but Cassie’s mouth on him felt like Heaven.

“Stay still,” Rage ordered when he knew he was close.

Cassie did as he asked. Wasn’t that surprising? Cassie could be sweet if she wanted. Rage understood it was need and desperation that rode her now, but it didn’t matter. He’d give her the solace, the quick release she needed.

He pumped in and out of her. Sensing his imminent climax, Rage started to pull out but Cassie wrapped her cherry-tinted lips around his dick and took all his seed, not spilling a single drop.

“Fuck,” he uttered. This woman was going to be the death of him and he didn’t even care.

Cassie crawled on top of him when it was over, resting her head on his chest. Rage reached out, stroking her sweat-covered hair.

“I got to be honest, this isn’t exactly how I pictured the way things would go when I told your father I want to take you as my old lady,” Rage told her.

“Don’t talk, don’t ruin the moment. Please.” If Cassie hadn’t added that last word, Rage might have prodded the matter more. He decided she was right. They had done enough talking for the day.

****

The sun cast a warm glow over the backyard of the MC clubhouse. Someone had cleared out all the junk, cleaned the area, and somehow made it … .magical. That was the only word Cassie could use.

Cassie didn’t know who was responsible for putting the white gazebo up, but he or she did a spectacular job. White roses and delicate lace decorated the gazebo and that was where she found Breaker.

He wore a suit—and Cassie and never seen him in one before. He paced back and forth the gazebo entrance restlessly when Cassie approached him in her wedding dress.

Breaker turned to her, eyes hooded and unreadable. They’d never been a touchy-feely kind of family. Breaker grasped her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“I’m proud of you for not backing out,” Breaker said.

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