Page 50 of Pitiful Lies

I can’t stop staring at her and really, I should be concentrating on the road. But I can’t. Not with the way she sits beside me, every movement sends a rustling sound through the car and fuck me, I’m jealous of her clothes.

That can’t be normal. But still, I am. I want to be the one wrapped around her warm, soft flesh like the silky fabric she’s wearing.

Goddamn, the woman is a siren. I breathe in her sweet scent and I want to groan.

Giselle is everywhere. Filling every corner of my brain.

And I like it.

I like it a lot.

She looks so goddamn good.

Sexy.

Hot.

Utterly fuckable.

If I thought she looked good before, Little Doll is setting records tonight.

She’s all decked out in a skintight black skirt that ends just above her knees, and I wonder how the fuck she can even sit down in the thing.

Her blouse is cut obscenely low, sheer black with little diamond sparkles everywhere, so she glitters whenever she moves.

Her dark curls are floating around her shoulders, and they are thick and glossy. I am dying to get my hands on them.

I know exactly how soft it feels, and I’m covetous of it.

Fucking jealous of everyone else getting to see her hair all wild and hanging down her back like this.

Fuck.

Maybe I should have had one of the guys drive us. But I’m glad I didn’t. Her cinnamon apple pie scent fills the car, and I groan, willing my dick to behave.

It doesn’t.

I’m always fucking hard when I’m around her, and instead of being pissed about it, I decide to embrace it. This woman brings out the beast in me, and I learned a long time ago that it’s better to feed that particular viper than to deny him.

“So, where are we going?” she asks, and I glance at her face.

Damn. She’s so pretty.

Her eyes are translucent. Like crystals. And her lips are plump and glistening with whatever glossy stuff she used.

I wanna lick it off.

She is temptation itself. I want tonight to be special. I’m through beating around the bush.

This afternoon, I walked away from her when we were both primed and ready, and it damn near killed me.

But I only did that so she would understand I respect her. That she means more to me than sex.

I mean, I want sex. Of course, I want sex with her.

I’m only fucking human.

But this woman doesn’t seem to understand the lengths I will go to ensure she is mine.

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