Page 9 of Pitiful Lies

I fucking hate thinking about her with another man. Even picturing her talking to one makes me want to commit homicide.

Makes me goddamn rabid.

Anna is helpful with that part. She tells me where she’s gone before I can track her myself.

When Anna left Nico, he made the executive decision to try to stay out of her life. He didn’t want his darkness poisoning her light.

Whatever. They still ended up together. Just spent six months apart, and I know my cousin regrets that.

As for me? I’m not that good a person. Trusting her to realize her mistake on her own, to miss me—or even her friends, though it pains me to say that—enough to want to come back.

I sit and wait, but it’s been almost two months. And this has gone on long enough.

I know she’s been with her family. And yeah, I’ve had eyes on her. Sent a few of my team down there to keep watch.

So fucking what?

It might be creepy having someone tail her, but I’m okay with a little creeping.

I had to know she was safe and sound for my own peace of mind.

Only, it hasn’t been peaceful since she left. I have not had one decent night’s sleep in all this time.

It’s like I got this hole in me since she’s been gone. An ever-growing ache only she can soothe.

But now she’s in my sights. And that pain I’ve been feeling? Well, it’s finally subsiding.

Just like I knew it would.

The massage chair finally stops, and Giselle opens her eyes. My breath stalls. Fuck, she is stunning. That celery green gaze I’ve missed so much catches mine, and I’m already hard for her.

I’ve never seen eyes that color. With her almost black hair and her sun kissed skin, she looks like something out of a wet dream. Mine, mainly.

“Ready, Koukla?” I ask, my voice coming out grittier than I intended.

But I don’t wait for an answer. I just bend down and grab her by the waist. She’s so tiny, my hands are almost the size of her torso.

“What are you doing?” she asks on a whisper.

I don’t answer. I simply pick her up. I drop a hard kiss on her mouth, stopping her fidgeting, then I toss my sweet cinnamon smelling Koukla over my shoulder. Just like a sack of potatoes.

A sexy sack of potatoes.

“Angel!” she yells and hits my back.

It’s cute.

“Knock it off, Little Doll, or I’ll be forced to punish you. And if I do that, this ride is gonna be a lot messier than you want,” I say and spank her juicy ass, giving it a squeeze before moving my hand to the inside of her thigh.

Heat from her pussy sears me, and I bite back my groan. She stills immediately and I don’t bother to hide my smirk.

She can’t see it anyway.

“If you don’t put me down, Angel, I swear to God I am going to kill you,” she hisses.

A chuckle spills from my lips. There she is.

Goddamn.

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