Page 5 of Tell Me Lies

“Been there, sweetheart. More times than I’d like to remember.”

“I don’t understand,” she said in a soft tone with concern in her gaze. “I mean, look at you.” Her eyes brushed over my face, my neck and chest. “You’re beautiful. You look like you just walked off the set of GQ. Plus, you clearly have money. So, why live such an evil lifestyle when you don’t have to? What made you want to kill people? To shatter families?”

I winced at her words, while rubbing at the agony behind my head. “Sometimes things aren’t as they seem. As the saying goes, shit happens. And as for the lifestyle? It all but found me, sweetheart. Not the opposite.”

“Maybe. But something tells me that destroying families isn’t the way you want to be. Not deep in your heart.”

I pushed out of my chair and dug my fingertips deep enough into her shoulder to leave bruising. “You don’t know shit about what I want. And you can rest assured that whatever heart I ever had was numbed many years ago.”

“On your belly, you worthless punk.”

“I don’t believe that,” she replied in a whisper. “Not for a minute. Please. I’m begging. If there’s any compassion inside you at all, then spare my brother’s life. He’s not the horrible person you think he is.” She sucked in air. “Our mother died the night before I turned sixteen. If not for Ben, I would have ended up in foster care. He raised me, carried me through the grief of watching cancer eat away at our only parent, and pushed me to pursue my dream of baking. He gave up everything for me. Yes, he’s in trouble and I’ve worried about it every minute of every day. But he doesn’t deserve to die. My God, use my body, take what little I have in this place, but don’t kill the only family I have left. I’ll do anything you ask.”

“First of all, let’s get something straight. I’m not some goddamn rapist. But would I love to feel your wet pussy around me? I’d be an idiot not to. And I’ve seen the fire in your eyes when you look at me. If I could dig into that brain of yours, I would almost guarantee you’re wondering about my cock as we speak. Unfortunately, none of that changes the fact that your brother needs to pay his debt and I have a job to do.”

“I fucking hate you,” she said, despite the pebbling of her nipples.

“Noted, but I suggest you reconsider what kind of shirts or bras you wear in the future when you’re professing hatred. Your tits speak another story.”

That little bottom lip quivered again as she glared at me like she was staring into Satan’s face. Yet, her nipples were hard and erect and there was a flush to her skin. I was all but positive that should I lower a hand between her thighs, I’d meet warm, sweet dampness.

“You’re the damn devil, Lucifer in the flesh. I knew there was something off about you, but rest assured, I haven’t given a single thought to what’s behind your pants. Or rather what’s lacking.”

Pretty little deceiver.

My brow lifted at her last comment. “Yes, I’m a bad man, much worse than you could ever imagine. Doesn’t stop the fact that I’m staring at rock-hard nipples, flushed skin, and know without a doubt that your pussy is wet for far more than any ribbed dildo.”

Just as her mouth opened to spout off more hatred, I did what I had ached to do since I first saw her. I reached for my pretty little deceiver’s face, traced my tongue along the seam of her pink lips, then crushed my mouth against hers. With my hands pushing through that satiny hair and my fingertips coiling so tight that she whimpered, I kissed the ever-loving fuck out of her. While I had never forced myself on a woman that didn’t want me and knew this was wrong on a dozen goddamn levels, it felt like some kind of urgent compulsion driving through me. I had no fucks left, no strength to fight it any longer. She could resist and deny until she was blue in the damn face. Scream and curse and hate me until her last dying breath. But I needed to feel her lips on mine, to taste her just once. And even as she grunted through anger, tried kicking me, and shoved at my chest with tight fists, I kept going. Stroking inside her mouth with deep licks of my tongue and ignoring her angry pleas and the loathing in her eyes. That’s when I felt it. The fire in my shin as the foot of her shoe connected with bone and set off excruciating pain that lifted up my leg.

She kicked the motherfucking shit out of me.

A low grumble rumbled up my throat and I drew back, my breath accelerated, my cock so fucking hard it ached. “That wasn’t very nice, Brooklyn. Especially when I have a gun in my pocket and know damn well you’re keeping something from me.”

“The fact that you even think I could want someone like you is sickening. I’d rather die a hundred deaths sad, alone, and hungry, than let you touch me. You had no right kissing me.”

I fought laughing out loud. She was so full of shit. Did she think I couldn’t tell when a woman was turned on? That I couldn’t pick up the sweet scent of pussy? Comical. I speared my fingers through her hair and tilted her head. “You lie yet again. You know it. I know it.” I rolled my thumb over her bottom lip then grasped her chin. “I kissed you because I damn well wanted to and because you look at me with fucking in your eyes. And believe me when I tell you that rights don’t mean shit to me.”

“Fuck you! You’re a monster, a crazy madman. You’ve torn my home to shreds, made fun of me, kept me from my job, and humiliated me. And now you’re accusing me of being a liar?” Raw loathing glistened in her eyes. “I’m not keeping jack shit from you.”

“Oh, I see. So is this where you also try convincing me that your brother and you attend bible study on a weekly basis? That you’re both as pure as the driven snow? And that your sweet pussy isn’t dripping fucking wet right now? Give it up, sweetheart. I’m growing bored.”

Her lip quivered in anger. Flames ignited behind her eyes. Both made me so motherfucking hard that I could barely stand it. “So you make fun of religion? Once again, how proud you must feel about yourself.”

“And how proud, I might ask, do you feel, Brooklyn?”

I winced at the pain still shooting up my leg as well as behind my eye and pressed a palm over the right side of my head. Goddamn annoying migraines. “Fuck! Fucking fuck!”

“It’s getting worse, isn’t it? The migraine?” There was a new softness in her voice and a tenderness in her gaze. “Not that you deserve a damn thing, but I have meds. Wait here and I’ll get you another bottle of water and some pain relief.”

I reached for her hair again and jerked her head back. “Get the meds but try pulling any funny shit and I’ll make your brother’s punishment a hell of a lot worse.”

“Okay. Just let go of my damn hair.”

Just as she took a step toward the hallway where the bathroom was, her phone buzzed. Reaching in front of me to grab it before I could see a name on the screen, she answered, “Hey, Sam,” on a breath while shooting me another evil look, full of contempt.

“I’m sorry,” she added, still scowling at me like I had two heads. “I woke up with a fever. I took some meds and I guess I fell back to sleep. Looks like I’m coming down with something, but I’ll make sure you’re paid extra for your trouble and let you know when I feel up to par. I’m sorry.”

She ended the call and shot me another malicious sneer that didn’t hold even a hint of fear, but only hatred and disgust. “I just fed a line of bullshit to my right-hand person after she got up at the butt crack of dawn and used her gas to drive to work only to find the door locked. Hope you’re happy.”

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