Page 86 of Loving the Liar

“You, sir”—she drunkenly points an accusing finger at me—“are paying because you want something to hold over me. My brother might be blind to who you really are, but I’m not.”

I shake my head, tutting her. “Your brother knows me better than anyone else, and he knows I’m doing this to help.”

“You’re doing this so you can make me do whatever you want and threaten me with not paying next semester. Aha! You all think I’m so dumb. But I’m not.”

I’ve lost count of how many times in my life I explicitly told her she wasn’t dumb. But when something is instilled in you, you know no other way.

“Firstly, you’re not dumb. And if you don’t stop calling yourself that, I’m going to start punishing you to make you understand.”

I put a hand behind her neck and push her with the other as I force her to lie back down. She’s too gone to even think of stopping me.

“Secondly, that sounds like a wonderful plan I have. Please, tell me more about all the things I’ll make you do. And while you think about it, don’t forget I also pay for your room in this house. I’ll probably have to pay when they make you replace the door for painting it, too. That’s a lot you owe me.”

Grabbing the hem of her skirt, I pull the material down, over her hips, across her legs, and toss it aside too. I put a knee between her thighs on the bed and look down at the beautiful goddess below me. Her white bra cups her tits perfectly, the lace so delicate her hard nipples are visible underneath, practically poking through it. Her stomach is taut, two lines visible on the sides from all the core exercising she does.

She’s short, but apart from that, she looks exactly like how one would stereotypically picture a ballerina. Defined muscles on a tight, elegant body.

It takes all of me not to lick my lips, not to growl with need and rip her underwear off. It’s tempting me, that line of silk right above her mound, her skin moving underneath it as she breathes.

I catch a small scar on her upper thigh, and when I run my thumb over, she freezes. I feel a few others I can’t quite see in the darkness of her room.

“What happened?”

“I got too drunk and tried to go through a bush. I got caught on branches.”

“Is that true, Sweets?”

“Are you going to stop paying my fees if I lie?” she snorts.

I lean over her, cupping her jaw and placing my thumb on her lower lip. Pressing my other hand beside her head, I hold myself above her. Her small gasp is torture to my dick as it gets harder by the second.

I should stop touching her. Every small gesture is a step closer to losing it. An addict. That’s what I am.

I’ll take her home. That’s it.

I’ll just touch the silk of her skirt.

I’ll just rid her of her clothes so she can sleep comfortably.

Even the fear of Megan learning about this doesn’t stop me. I have no loyalty to her and her idea of a relationship I don’t want to be in. But that woman could ruin my life. She could have my dad killed. Me fucking Ella yesterday at the temple, and twice today, already was three times too many risks.

In this moment, with my ex’s soft body under me, I start registering the usual anxiety I get when I’m around Megan. It’s the feeling that it’s gone, and I can breathe properly for once.

Ella is my safe place. She’s my guardian angel. Her mere presence makes me feel invincible. Her existence makes me want to throw my life to the flames for her.

“Ella.” As much as I speak with a soft voice, it’s turning into a rasp under the pressure of the need inside me. “I don’t need to hold something over your head to make you do exactly what I want.”

She parts her lips to talk, so I push my thumb between them, loving the way she clamps her teeth shut and bites my first knuckle to stop me from going any farther. Now that she has to keep her mouth closed, I take my time to talk.

“I paid your fees because I don’t want you and Luke to end up in any trouble. I paid because I care about you, and I always will, no matter what goes on between us. But if you really don’t believe me, I can stop. Then I’ll still bend you to my will. I’ll still show you you’re desperate to be a good girl for me. Just to make a point that I wasn’t paying to keep control over you.”

Looking away, she bites harder on my thumb, yet she’s still not trying to get away from me.

“I already have all the control I need, Sweets. You’re the only one who believes I ever lost it. You’re the only one who doesn’t want to accept I own every single molecule in your body. You can tell me to leave you alone all you want; you know I won’t. And I know you’ll let me get closer if I push. That’s the kind of toxic we are. That’s how we fit together.”

I try my best not to roll my hips and press my hard-on into her core. I know she’s wet; I don’t even need to look. She’s writhing under me. Her hips move slightly even while she tries to stop herself. But I need to keep still so she knows this isn’t about fucking her. This is about owning her. Worse, it’s about showing one can’t survive without the other.

I give her a few seconds to swallow my words before I whisper. “Look me in the eyes and let go of my thumb.”

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