Page 65 of Filthy Liar

I can’t hold out on her. So, instead of trying to torture her and myself by withholding her orgasm, I shift up her body and bury myself deep inside of her. Gripping the backs of her knees, I spread her wide as I begin to move inside of her.

Dipping my chin, I look down at her. It’s dark, but I can see the whites of her eyes. They’re wide, and I can tell she’s close. Moving inside of her, I can’t fucking stop myself. I want to come right now.

My control is in my grasp, but it’s slipping more with each thrust. Her pussy squeezes me. Shifting my face forward, I touch my mouth to hers.

“Come, baby. Come all over me,” I rasp against her lips.

Her lips part as her pussy squeezes me, strangles me, and my control fucking vanishes. My hips move harder and faster. I bury myself deep, staying inside of her as I fill her with my cum.

Lifting my head, I look at her again. My breathing is hard. Hers is as well as we stare at one another and come down from our orgasms. I stay planted inside of her, feeling her pussy pulse around me.

I release her legs but don’t roll off her yet. I can’t. My hips move slowly, my balls fully emptying inside of her before I lowermyself so my chest is on hers. Touching my lips to hers, I slide my tongue across the seam of her lips.

Only then do I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. My breathing is still heavy as fuck. Reaching over to her, I gather her in my arms and tug her against my side.

“You’re not going anywhere, baby,” I murmur, touching my lips to the top of her head.

She doesn’t speak, but she does let out a heavy sigh. She thinks she’s going to be able to leave. She thinks she’ll be able to walk away from me. But she can’t, not only because she’s mine but also because I won’t let her.

There’s nobody else in this world for me but this strong-as-fuck woman. As I run my fingers through her hair, I decide that this conversation is finished for now. It’s pointless anyway because I’m not letting her go.

Even if she runs from me, I will find her and bring her the fuck back.

Immediately.

I hold my breath for a moment before I let it out slowly. Guilt unfurls inside my belly, consuming me. It chokes me. I fucking feel it throughout my body. She was kidnapped from under my own protection and not randomly because of me.

She was taken because of me.

I don’t blame her for wanting to run away from here, from this life. She tried it with her own family, but it didn’t work out too well, and it wouldn’t in the future, either. She’ll always have a target on her back just because she’s my woman.

And she is.

Mine.

And she always will be.

Mine.

I will burn the world down for her, to keep her safe, to keep her whole. Never again will she feel the way she does right now.From this moment on, she will forever be protected and secure. Nothing will touch my woman. Not ever again.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

CLINK

We fall asleep,her in my arms. My sleep is interrupted when my phone buzzes somewhere in my pants on the floor. Rolling away from Dillion, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and walk to my pile of clothes on the floor.

Reaching for my pants, I dig my phone out and glance down, wondering why the fuck my sister is calling me right now. “Spencer?” I hiss as I walk out the bedroom door.

“We have a problem,” she states.

Checking the oven clock, I suck in a breath. “At four in the morning?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she snaps. “That’s not why I’m calling, though.”

Pressing my lips together, I roll them to keep from talking over her. I’m ready to jump down her fucking throat, but there’s no reason for it. She’s got something she wants to tell me, so she’s going to tell me.

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