Page 87 of Loving the Liar

Her eyes flick to mine, full of lust that she can’t hide because of the alcohol flowing through her veins. Eyelids heavy, she blinks once before releasing me.

“There’s my good girl.”

I pull away, standing again before wrapping both hands around her waist and helping her up. Giving her a kiss at the top of her head, I hold for a few seconds and enjoying feeling her so close. “Now, let’s get you showered and sobered up.”

She doesn’t fight me. Not when I walk her to the ensuite bathroom or help her in the shower. She’s quiet, removing her bra and panties herself. The only thing she’s wearing is the Aphrodite necklace. I hate that seashell around her neck. She should be a Hera. My hera, wearing a lotus flower for me.

She lets me take the loofah from her hands and wash her. Whistling a song, she giggles when I tickle her washing her stomach, and pushes her wet body against me when I rub between her legs. She’s facing the shower wall, her back to me. Sliding an arm behind her and around my neck, she forces me to lean down.

Forbidden shouldn’t feel so good. How am I meant to resist it?

I kiss her cheek from behind, letting her wet my clothes.

“If you’re going to fuck me, fuck me,” she rasps.

“While you’re drunk off your face?” I press the loofah against her clit. “So you don’t remember it tomorrow?” Pushing my hips forward, I let her feel how hard she makes me. “So you have an excuse and say it was a drunken mistake?”

I bite her jaw carefully, sucking on her wet, soapy skin. “No. When I fuck you again, you’ll be sober, aware of your decisions. You’ll be begging for my cock like a desperate little slut. You do it so well. I wouldn’t want to miss out on it.”

“Ugh.” She pulls away from me, whirling around and snatching the loofah from my hand. “Fuck off.”

I step back, feeling my eyebrows drawing together. Lifting my hand to her cheek, I give her a small slap. Nothing violent or that would hurt. A touch I know she’ll consider a warning. “Language.”

Deciding she’s well enough to finish on her own, I walk out of the bathroom. When she reappears in the bedroom—only wearing a bathrobe—I’ve got a bottle of water, a slice of toasted rye bread, and two painkillers set up on her bedside table.

“Seriously? You won’t fuck me, but you’ll feed me?”

“I don’t want you to be hungover tomorrow. Is that a crime?”

She pads to me, tightening the belt around her waist. I could wrap my fingers around it, tug her closer as I undo it. I could push her face down on the bed and sink my dick into her until she’s crying my name.

But she’s drunk.

“I’m not drunk anymore.” It’s like she can hear my thoughts. She rolls her eyes, and since her body is trying to prove her wrong, she stumbles on her feet, stopping right in front of me.

I cock an eyebrow at her as she gathers herself. “I’m not that drunk anymore.”

“Do you think it’s safe for you to drink that much at parties? People get out of control. Anything could have happened to you.”

“I was with my friends.”

“Henry isn’t your friend.”

She smiles widely, putting a hand on my chest. “My, my. Look at your ugly jealousy coming back to the surface.”

I look down as she undoes the top button of my white shirt. “Are you worried he and I had sex?” The second button goes too. “What if we did?”

She lowers to the third one, but I wrap my hand around her wrist. Maybe with more violence than I should. But it’s getting too hard to restrain myself. “Then I’ll send him a well-done card with a little note inside. A for effort. You didn’t make her come, but don’t worry, no one can. I ruined her for other men.”

Her face falls. “You didn’t ruin me.”

“No? Did Matias make you come? What about Enzo? You guys had sex, right?”

She takes a step back. “Since you shattered his knee…no. And how do you know all that? Are you stalking me or something?” Wiggling her eyebrows she adds, “Hot.”

“Who said I was the one to attack him? And I don’t need to stalk you,” I chuckle. “All I had to do was look at that stupid Hermes account. It’s all on there.” Grabbing her robe, I pull her back. “You still need to eat and drink.”

I force her to sit on the bed, and she attempts to lie back down, but I hold her by the robe.

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