Page 52 of Pitiful Lies

She had me panting after her like a buck in rut. Or a viper on the prowl.

I have little experience wining and dining women. Usually, women trip over themselves, trying to entice me to their beds.

But anyone I ever fooled around with knew the deal. I don’t do sleepovers, and I never come back for seconds. Hell, I never felt the need.

But with Giselle, all I feel is need.

Those other women? They meant nothing to me. Just like I meant nothing to them.

Nothing more than a temporary fix to satisfy a biological itch.

This isn’t a temporary thing with Giselle. I know it’s not. I don’t just want her. I want to know her. Every thought swimming around inside that amazing brain of hers. I want her to share them with me freely. Hell, I think I might need her to.

Christ, I need her so fucking much.

My preoccupation with this woman is such it hasn’t gone unnoticed. Nico and Luc haven’t exactly been busting my balls lately. But it’s only because they get it.

Hell, those two unhinged fuckers know exactly what this kind of thing does to a man. My eyes flick over her and I swear I feel it in my soul.

Did I say preoccupation? What I feel is more than that. It is compulsive, possessive, obsessive. It is all those things and more.

I take a deep breath and open the passenger door. Giselle lifts her peridot gaze and my heart stutters. I take her small hand in mine.

She’s so tiny and petite compared to me. I drag her out of the car, pressing my body against hers for one delicious moment before I make a humming sound of approval at the way she fits so good inside the cradle of my body.

Her curves are mouthwatering. Everything about her is enticing.

“You hungry?” I ask.

She bites her lip and nods. Excitement floods my system, and I can’t wait to watch her eat. To be the one who provides for her.

My dick gets hard just thinking about it.

“Well, Big Guy? You gonna feed me or what?”

She is so fucking perfect.

Just like that, she gets me moving. I guide her into the restaurant and the whole time all I can think about is what I’m going to do to her after all this.

Yes, Koukla, I’m going to feed you. Don’t worry your pretty little head about that.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN-GISELLE

“Here,” Angel says, pouring me the last of the unfiltered saké.

It’s sweet and delicious, and I accept the small glass.

“Thank you.”

We managed to eat our way through an entire tower of sushi and sashimi delights. They seemed to know Angel here, and we didn’t even have to order.

The head chef came out to greet us when we first got here, and they exchanged a few words in Japanese, which shocked the shit out of me. But I didn’t ask any questions.

Truth is, I don’t want him to brush me off. So I just sit and wait.

He’s attentive, which isn’t really new. But the setting is.

I bite my lip, thinking about how Angel held my hand the whole way to our table. He is the perfect gentleman, something I didn’t expect from the big brutish man.

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