Page 24 of Filthy Liar

CLINK

I likethis far too much. Having her say my name, having her in my space. Not just in my room and in my bed, but here in my clubhouse, with my family. I like it a hell of a lot. There’s no going back to visiting her in the middle of the night, sight unseen.

She’s mine now in the daylight and at night. She’s not going anywhere ever again. I won’t fucking let her walk away. I can tell she’s seconds away from running. I can see it in her eyes. I know that look, that wildness. It’s right there. She’s on the edge, but this is her home.

Here—with me.

Aligning myself with her wet center, I sink inside of heaven. Groaning, I close my eyes and wonder if I will ever get tired of this. The way she feels when I enter her, the small gasp she makes every fucking time, no matter if I was here the night before, the hour before, or the week before.

I don’t think I will.

I’m not sure if it’s because she’s mine or if I’ve fallen for her, but being with her feels better than being with anyone else. I don’t even remember if losing my virginity felt this good. Dillion has a magic cunt, I swear to God because it’s got me under a spell for sure. I’m cunt drunk. Staying buried inside of her, I wait for her body to adjust to my intrusion. She’s warm and wet—welcoming.

I open my eyes, and my gaze finds hers. She fucking holds me hostage with her eyes. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the back of her knee and guide her leg up my hip, my waist, and then around my rib cage.

Sliding to my knees for more leverage, I dip a little farther inside of her body. “I don’t want you to move,” I order as I widen her legs. She whimpers but not in pain.

Clearly, she is enjoying this. Her lips part as she begins to pant. Slowly, I move. I have time. I don’t have to sneak away. I don’t have to hide my face. This is in the light, her eyes on mine, and she knows exactly who she’s fucking.

My hips gently move, my cock gliding in and out of her wetness, grinding my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke. I rest my forehead against hers as I continue to pump in and out of her tight heat.

Her hands slide up my biceps, and then I feel her fingers curl around my shoulders. I can feel her nails dig into my flesh, scoring me, and I hope they leave marks. I want to wear her marks—always.

“Baby,” I whisper, lifting my head.

I could come right now. I can feel her pussy pulse around me. Squeezing me and silently begging for more.

“Humble,” she whimpers.

Her hands glide over my shoulders and cup my cheeks. I close my eyes slowly, feeling her cool palms against my heated skin. Opening my eyes again, I connect with her gaze as my hips begin to move harder and faster.

“Move, baby. Fuck me.”

Dillion nods her head once. Then she does what I’ve demanded. She lifts her hips and fucks me. At the same time, I fuck her right back. Hard and fast. It’s beautiful. Placing my hands beside her head, I use all my strength, meeting her thrusts with my own.

“I’m close,” she needlessly breathes. “Don’t stop.”

I hadn’t planned on that. I continue to move, sweat breaking out over my face and the small of my back. Focusing my attention on her, I can’t look away. It’s not just the expression on her face. Although the look of awe is sexy as fuck, it’s more her eyes.

I can see her. All of her. She isn’t Loner’s sister. She isn’t this creature I own because her brother fucked me over and I’m getting revenge against him. No. This is the moment I fucking fall in love with Dillion.

I’m sure she has no clue I’ve just fallen in love with her like the gigantic fucking pussy I am. But I don’t think I care. For the first time in my entire life, aside from the love I have for Spencer, I feel something bigger than myself.

This club is important. My brothers are my family. I would die for them. My sister has always been the biggest part of me. But Dillion is different. Being with her is different. I understand why the other men are completely in love with their old ladies. I didn’t understand it, not when it happened to them, not when I was sitting in prison. Not until this moment.

I would not just die for her the way I would my brothers. I would kill for her. I would maim for her. I would march through fire for her. She is mine. I am hers. And nobody will ever fucking come between us. Not in a million goddamn years. I won’t let them.

So, when my balls draw up, and I feel her squeeze me even tighter, I know she’s there. She’s fallen off the edge, and I allow myself to come. Burying my cock deep inside of her, I come hard. Stars blur my vision as my dick twitches inside of her. Dillon’s pussy milks me, and I know she’s come. If she screamed my name, the blood was roaring in my ears so loudly that I didn’t hear.

Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers. She parts her mouth before I slip my tongue inside of her. Tasting all of her—consuming her. Every fucking ounce of her. I stay where I am, buried deep as I break the kiss.

Looking into her eyes, I search her gaze with mine as I gently glide out of her. Lying on the bed, I reach over, gathering her in my arms and forcing her body to rest against the side of mine.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Dillion whispers.

I chuckle because she doesn’t realize she’s done it over a dozen times with me. “Yeah?” I ask.

She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine. She rests her chin on my chest. Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through her hair.

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