Page 60 of Pitiful Lies

My entire world. And it all hinges on whether she says yes. I slam the door shut and turn her by her arm to face me. I’m not gentle. I can’t be.

“Angel, I?—”

“Shh. Don’t say anything, Little Doll. Just answer one question for me,” I interrupt her.

She nods, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Will you let me fuck you tonight?”

It’s crude.

It’s lewd.

I know it, and judging from the way her eyes widen, she knows it, too.

She deserves better, but I can’t be someone I’m not. And something tells me my Little Doll likes me the way I am.

Rough and raw.

Hot and needy.

For her.

Only for her.

All for her.

It’s been months since I’ve been buried balls deep inside her dripping cunt. That little touchy feely shit in the hotel did nothing to take the edge off.

It only made me want her more.

I wait on tenterhooks, barely breathing until she finally opens her mouth to answer me.

“Yes, Angel. I’ll let you fuck me tonight.”

My eyes close, like I’m offering a prayer of thanks to whatever deity made this all possible. Next, I pounce.

The gloves are fucking off now, Koukla.

If I’m going to show her what I feel for her, maybe starting with my body isn’t a bad thing. We’ve got a chemistry that is off the charts.

Most of the time, sex is perfunctory for me. But not with her. With Giselle, it’s transcendent.

It’s like her body was made for mine. I’m no slouch. I know she’s got a thing for me, too. I can see it every time she looks at me. Like now.

It’s not conceit, it’s fact.

I’m fit.

I have to be.

My muscles aren’t just for show. And the tattoos, well, those I got for various reasons.

Some people might think I look like a monster. I’m six and a half feet tall and every inch of me is covered in thick ropes of muscle and ink. Only my chest is bare, and that’s because I reserved that one place over my heart for something special.

Something like this. Like her.

But I am not ready to admit that yet, so I just continue to shuck off my clothes. Her eyes go wide as I remove my buckle and undo my pants, kicking my shoes off.

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