Page 62 of Filthy Liar

Then he slips his fingers from my body, and before I realize what’s happening, he picks me up and sets the edge of my ass on the table, then slams inside of me.

Hard.

He doesn’t give me even a moment to adjust to his intrusion. He fucks me hard and fast, his eyes focused on mine and never looking anywhere else. There is nobody else in this world right now. In fact, I think the world fades away.

I grip his shoulders. I try to look away from him, but I can’t. There is nobody else on this whole planet for me but this man, and I hate that. My eyes water, tears filling them.

They roll down my temples as I stare up at him. He moves inside of me, and every thrust is better than the last. It fills me with hope… stupid, stupid, stupid hope. And then he kisses me, and I come.

CLINK

Buryingmy cock deep inside of her, I look into her eyes as I come. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers and give her as soft and gentle of a kiss as I can before I rest my forehead against hers.

“Baby,” I exhale, “you’re real pissed, and I get it, but you could have just come to me and asked me what was happening.”

Her eyes widen, then narrow. She pushes against my chest again. Letting out an oomph, I stand and stumble backward. My side feels like it’s getting stabbed all over again.

Tugging my jeans up, I button and zip up my fly. She stands, pushing her skirt down and straightening it.

“I was used and lied to. I was kidnapped, and now you think I should have come to you about it? Again, after I was kidnapped. So, forgive me if I decide that I don’t give a shit what you have to say about any of it. I’m done, Humble.”

It’s cute that she thinks she has a say in any of this shit. She absolutely does not. Her brother fucked up her free will the moment he fucked me over and betrayed the club. I don’t tell her that, though. She would probably have a serious problem with it, and right now, I can tell she’s on the edge.

I wanted to avoid all this shit by making her fall for me and keeping her that way. I hoped she never fucking found out about any of it. I inhale a deep breath then let it out slowly.

“I was stabbed and couldn’t get to you. I fucking hate that shit. That I couldn’t protect you the way I should have. That those fuckers got to you and took you. That they could have seriously hurt you.”

She shakes her head once, then closes her eyes slowly before she reopens them. “You are a liar, Humble. Sure, being kidnapped was scary, but finding out that you came to my house at night because of some beef with my brother, that you think you own me because of whatever the hell you guys had, andthen lying to me about it over and over. I belong to nobody but myself.”

In an instant, rage fills my bloodstream and pumps throughout my entire body. I should turn around and walk away and calm down, but I don’t. I’m honestly afraid that if I walk away, she’ll disappear again, this time of her own free will.

And I can’t have that.

“Call me a liar again, Dillion.”

She leans forward, her gaze focused on mine and only mine. “Liar,” she whispers. “You’re a filthy fucking liar.”

I move toward her as my patience and control completely fucking snap. I know I have no goddamn reason to lose any kind of control or patience when it comes to her. It’s not her fault, and she’s right. I am a liar. I just don’t want to be fucking called out on it.

I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat and squeeze. She lifts her hands, her fingers gripping my wrists as she claws at me. Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers before I speak.

“Call me a liar again,” I hiss against her mouth.

“You’re a filthy liar, Humble. You’ve done nothing but lie to me.”

Growling, I lean forward and brush my lips against hers in a kiss. “Baby, you’re mine. I only kept shit from you because I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” she asks, pushing away from me.

I don’t let her go, though. Instead, I squeeze her throat tighter. And tighter. Her eyes widen, and I know I’m choking her, but I don’t give a fuck right now. I’m too pissed off… but more at myself than anyone else.

“Hurt you, mind, body, or soul. Now we’re going home.”

Releasing her throat, I wrap my hand around hers and tug her behind me, or rather drag her. She doesn’t protest, at leastnot in the bar. Kyle watches us leave, and I can tell her look is one of concern, but I don’t give a fuck about that, either.

Once we make it out to the parking lot, I walk over to her car, where Wackie is standing guard. Dillion pulls her hand from my grasp as soon as we arrive at the side of her car. She turns to me, her eyes angry and full of fire.

It’s hot as fuck.

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