Page 17 of Crown of Lies

It was the soul-shattering kind of sex that I never expected to find outside of the club where I met up with Killian.

But I’ll never admit that out loud.

Not anymore.

“You’d know about liars,” I hiss, my voice low. “Guess this whole fucking marriage was a sham, huh?”

Nico makes a noise low in his throat, tugging me toward him by his grip on my neck. He gazes down at me for a split second, his multicolored eyes blazing.

Then he slams his lips against mine.

I can’t tell if he’s trying to shut me up or prove a point. If this is meant to be part of our negotiation or a punishment.

I can’t decide if I should push him away or pull him closer either, but in the end, it doesn’t matter. My body responds like it has a will of its own, like it’s been just as starved for this as he has. Our teeth clash, drawing blood as our tongues tangle together and we nip at each other’s lips, messy and violent and out of control.

My back arches away from the wall, my hips grinding against the thick cock I can feel rapidly hardening in his pants, and he groans as I bite at his lips again. The tang of blood hits my taste buds, igniting something vicious and hungry inside me.

Good. I want to hurt him.

I want to make him bleed.

Nico grunts into my mouth, rutting against me like an animal as the chain of my handcuffs clangs softly against the pipe above my head. I wish I could reach for him, that I could wrap my arms around him and scratch his back, drawing blood that way too. But I can't, so I settle for hooking one leg around his waist to get his cock closer to the place that’s desperate for more friction, barely aware of what I’m doing.

One of Nico’s large hands tangles in my hair, tilting my head to the side so that he can attack my throat with his lips, teeth andtongue as his other hand shoves its way between us, tugging my pants until they’re down at my thighs.

I have to unhook my leg from around him to accommodate the way my pants are wrapped around my upper thighs, and Nico drags my panties out of the way before his fingers plunge roughly into my pussy.

“You’re wetter than I’d expect for someone who hates me,” he groans darkly, working his fingers in and out of me. Slick wet sounds fill the basement, and although I try to clench my thighs around his hand, Nico keeps my legs pried open with a shove of his knee between them.

The logical part of me screams at me to shove him away. To bite him harder, to scratch his eyes out. We’re husband and wife on paper only, after all, and it was just days ago that he was willing to sell my secrets and my life to a complete stranger.

But after being down here for so many hours in the cold, dark basement, being interrogated and questioned, treated like some kind of criminal in my own home, the absolute relief of some physical release is a siren call I can’t resist.

I arch my hips into Nico’s hand, riding his fingers as he shoves them deeper.

I’m just using him,I tell myself.

He wants to prove he can please me? Fine. Let him please me. Let him take my mind off this fucked up situation, even if just for a moment.

As if determined to make a fucking point, he curls his fingers inside me, moving at a pace so brutal I can barely breathe. Waves of intense pleasure wash through me, and despite the boiling hatred that simmers in my gut, I let myself chase the high of pleasure.

As he fingers me, Nico savages my throat with bites. My hands curl into fists, twisting and tugging against the cuffs wrapped around my wrists as the chain slides across the pipeoverhead. My eyes flutter closed as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge, my pussy drenching his fingers, an orgasm building low and insistent inside me?—

I let out a loud yelp when he yanks his fingers out suddenly and slaps my clit, sending a burst of pain through me that bleeds into a rush of pleasure.

“Uh uh,” Nico growls when I whine in protest. “You don’t get to come unless it’s on your husband’s cock.”

My eyes snap open, my chest heaving as I gasp for breath. Shock ricochets through me as I realize what we’re doing—what we’reaboutto do—but I’m too far gone to care.

I huff out a laugh, my voice husky as I rasp, “See? Like I said, a disappointment.”

Nico’s face turns absolutely primal.

Snarling, he draws back and jerks me around, turning me so that I’m facing the wall before he shoves me up against it. They never gave me a new shirt, so I’m only wearing a bra on top, and the rough cement is cool against my skin, a startling contrast to the heat of Nico’s body at my back.

He drags my pants farther down my legs, tugging them off and tossing them away. I hear the rustling of clothing and a heavythunkas he sets something aside.

Then, without any pretense, Nico pulls my lower half toward him and drives his cock into me in one swift, hard thrust.

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