Page 24 of Pitiful Lies

“Angel,” she whimpers, and I grunt in reply.

She’s a mess. We both are. But she’s never looked better.

And I let the vision burn into my brain before I run my hands over her, smearing it onto her skin.

Giselle is trying to catch her breath, but she doesn’t stop my caveman display. In fact, her celery green eyes seem to glow with something primal.

The air between us is charged with whatever lust-filled craze we just shared. And I grin at the fact this little slip of a woman’s crazy might just match mine.

I’m sure gonna find out.

CHAPTER SEVEN-GISELLE

“You want a coffee or something, Koukla?” Angel asks, and I refuse to even look at him.

He sighs, shaking his head as he places an order in the drive through.

We already used the restrooms at the gas station a few minutes ago. He orders two medium iced cappuccinos, and I admit I am surprised.

I figured him for a black coffee kinda guy.

Fine.

I am acting like a brat. And I know it.

Truth is, I’m kind of salty after waking up in bed with Angel.

The feel of his long, thick dick, rock hard against my ass. The way he looked jerking himself off, covering me in his cum, as he finished me with his fingers inside my pussy has me in a sour mood.

No, he did nothing wrong. I did not say no. He even told me to tell him what I wanted, and yeah, it was exactly what he did.

I was a willing participant.

Fine. I’ll admit it.

Angel did everything right. And that’s what has me so mad.

Of course, the jerk is just sitting in his dumb car, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he raps his thumbs against the steering wheel.

Why? I have no idea.

His balls couldn’t have been as blue as my ovaries.

I mean, I have no misgivings. I’m sure Angel has been with a dozen women since I left for my parents’ condo.

If he has, then they must not have satisfied him, my inner voice reasons, and I roll my eyes.

Angel didn’t lie. He didn’t even have to try. That’s how pathetic I am. All he had to do was snap his fingers, and I caved.

No promises. No seduction. Just raw animal attraction. And I was his.

Fuck.

I shouldn’t have let him do that. It just confuses me. And I hate feeling this way.

“I can hear your thoughts, Little Doll, but I don’t know why you’re so angry. You wanted it just as much as I did. Come on, talk to me,” he cajoles.

He’s not wrong. I did want it. Maybe that’s why I feel like shit about the whole thing.

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