Page 3 of Pitiful Lies

If looks could kill I’d be dead on all accounts.

The woman is, well, there’s no other word for it, stunning.

She is stunning.

Thick, dark tendrils of curls spiral down her back, past her shoulders, in a wild mane that bounces when she walks.

I want to see it spread across my pillow like some dark dream. I bet it will look sexy as fuck.

I adjust my thickening cock and sit forward, placing my full frosted beer mug on the table at my side.

Her hips switch as she walks, bringing attention to the indent of her waist. My eyes travel down her body. I moan at the sight of her cleavage. Her big tits jiggle with every move, and that is not even the best part.

Lower still, my gaze rakes over her covetously, stopping once I get to the little skirt she has on with two slits on either side.

Holy. Fuck.

Little Doll has got a set of legs on her.

Oofah.

Every time she steps, a flash of pale skin shows her thick fucking thighs as she walks.

I want to feel those thighs wrapped around my head while I feast on her dripping cunt.

I lick my lips, my gaze going back to her sweetheart of a face.

But she ain’t smiling at me. In fact, her pale green eyes are flashing with an emotion I register as anger.

Like white hot fucking anger.

She is closer now, and I gotta admit I’m more than a little curious.

I mean, I don’t know this woman from Eve.

But I want to.

And I want to know why she’s pissed.

Of course, I wasn’t expecting her to grab my mug of beer and toss the contents in my face.

“You bastard! Are you really just sitting here looking for your next fuck after you knock my friend up!” she yells, and I’m soaked, but I don’t even blink.

How can I when she looks so fucking divine in all her fury?

But that’s my name. And I’m about to show her what it means.

PROLOGUE TWO-GISELLE

So, this whole shitshow that is my life all started when I tossed a mug of beer in Angel Fury’s sexy as hell face.

Of course, the enormous fucker just sat there after I did it, freezing me in place with his icy blue eyes.

Jesus. Christ.

Those eyes of his were like nothing I have ever seen. And for a split second, I hated myself for wanting the man my best friend was hung up on.

At the time, I had mistaken him for his cousin.

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