Page 79 of Cruel Lies

Shit.

Shit, she was good.

She was so damn good at this.

My free hand fisted in her hair as she slowed, encouraging her to keep going. I wanted to choke her with my cock. Wanted to punish her for how she made me feel. I wanted to cause her pain, like she did to me every time I thought about what could never be.

Maybe a past version of me might’ve had a chance. But I was far past believing I could do more than taste the fucking nirvana that was Harper Daniels.

She gagged around me and pulled off, a thin trail of her spit dangling between the head of my cock and her mouth, tying us together. My hand gripped the leash so hard I thought I might break a bone, but Harper just moaned as I jerked on it again, one of her hands leaving me to fall to her lap.

And we couldn’t have that.

I leaned over her, jerking her almost off her knees so our foreheads nearly touched. The collar and leash forced her to follow my demands, and she whimpered as the leather dug into her soft skin, fingers wrapped around the coarse material on her neck.

"I didn’t say you could touch yourself, Harpie girl. This is about me. Not about you. I want my dick sucked, and since youwere so eager to get in my pants the other day, I’m doing you a favor by letting you do the honors."

Her eyes flashed with a darkness that overshadowed that rush of pleasure, and I feared for a split second she might bite my dick off the next time she got her teeth around it. But she didn’t speak against me. Instead, she bit her lip and nodded, so far into a headspace that even when jerked wildly out of it, she still committed.

Fuck, that was hot.

I wanted her mad at me. Mad Harper wasn’t going to ask me to cuddle after a session. Mad Harper didn’t look for love and sentiment where there was none. Mad Harper would leave me in the dust when she returned to her old life and not spend her nights thinking she’d left something valuable behind.

Only I would have to shoulder the burden of wanting something I couldn’t have.

"Fuck you, Nash," she whispered, her lips wrapping themselves around my cock once more.

I didn’t want to think about later. All I cared about was enjoying this moment. A stolen moment straight from my fantasies.

It was a blowjob. Nothing more.

That was the lie I told myself, anyhow.

"Maybe one day, Harpie girl," I snapped at her, tightening the grip on her leash once more. "Fuck, yeah, just like that."

She dragged her lips off my dick and tipped her head back, dragging that tongue over the underside of my cock, and fuck all if my balls didn’t jump up in surprise at the sensation. She was tempting a monster, a beast, and I was busy doing all I could to keep him from getting loose.

Those nails dug back into my skin, this time with no barrier, as she left crescent-shaped marks on the soft skin of my hips, swallowing me down so I couldn’t find the mental capacity to complain as she marked me intentionally. She was trying to get back at me, trying to hurt me like I had hurt her with my words,but she didn’t seem to understand quite yet how much pain drove me to pleasure.

I would have for sure thought cutting myself while I jacked off couldn’t make it any more transparent, but apparently, she was just as good at denial as I was.

"Harder," I whispered against my will, feeling the edge of my orgasm coming on. "Fuck, grip me harder, Harpie girl. Let me come down that pretty little throat while you make me bleed."

She obeyed with a whimper, her nails finally piercing my skin, and like a rocket blasting off, I jerked my hips into her face one last time and spilled my cum down her throat, filling her until she had no choice but to swallow or suffocate.

And my Harpie girl didn’t disappoint.

Fuck, the way her throat worked around my shaft was like bliss. She sucked me dry, lapping up every last drop as she leered up at me from her position on the floor. Those eyes, once so full of life and confidence, were now filled with a tint of hatred and disgust. Pleasure, sure—she enjoyed this just as much as I did. But beneath it all was the undercurrent of hatred I wanted her to feel for me.

It would make it easier when she had to go.

"Fuck, you suck dick like a pro, Harper." I swiped a hand across my brow and winced as she popped her lips off my dick and nicked the tip of my shaft on the way out.

"Thanks," she spat, her eyes cold and emotionless now as she unclipped the collar from her throat. "I had some great teachers."

Fuck.

And just like that, she was all thorns and blades, cutting me like I’d cut her, giving me back the pain I’d burdened her with in spades. She lashed out in the only way she could, and like a fucking dog who’d been kicked, now it wasmyheart left wounded and aching.

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