Page 127 of Cruel Lies

I wasn’t prepared for him to slam back into me with such force it shoved the bed against the wall.

Loudly.

I moaned through gritted teeth, feeling the stitches in my side pulling uncomfortably, cutting into my skin. "Fuck," Igroaned, reaching for him as he set a steady rhythm, rearranging my guts with skills no mortal man should possess. "Nash, I?—"

"If you have the energy to talk, I’m not doing it right," he quipped, his brows raised as he stared down at me like I had grown a horn. "What do you want, Harpie girl? I want you to say it."

WhatdidI want? I wasn’t even sure what the answer was anymore.

I wanted his dick inside me, turning me to mush. I wanted to feel his pain, shoulder some of this agony and angst he hid behind that made him want to hurt himself every time he looked in a mirror. I wanted to know that he wasn’t lost, wasn’t all the way gone. I wanted him to know that he was worthy of fucking love.

Love.

Fucking Christ, was I in love with these assholes?

No. Just no. No fucking way.

I broke literally every other personal rule I had. I couldn’t fall in love with the men who’d betrayed me over and over, who let me walk away without a single word, who?—

"I want to hurt you like you hurt me," I whispered, not even believing it came from my own mouth. "I want to feel your pain, and I want you to feel mine."

"Fucking hell, Harpie girl," he moaned, his dick twitching inside me. "Hurt me. Make me pay for all the pain I’ve caused you."

His thumb slipped around to the front of my waist, and I cried out as it pressed insistently against my wound there, blood squelching against the gauze as I breathed through my mouth and tried not to scream. The agony was fucking insane, but I asked for this. I wanted to know how he felt, and now, I wanted him to feel it right back. I wanted him to know hecouldstill feel pain, outside of the pain he caused himself to avoid the agony of the world hurting him instead.

So I did what any semi-sane woman shacking up with a hitman would do, and I dragged my nails down the edges of his self-inflicted facial wound. I drew the smile in reverse down to the corner of his mouth as he bled freely, droplets decorating my skin as he growled and ripped my shirt in half, baring my breasts to his gaze.

"Fuck, that’s so hot, yes," he snarled, leaning into my painful caress. "Make me bleed for you, Harpie girl. Sink those claws into me so I can never escape."

His lips were on me in a heartbeat, taking a nipple at a time into his mouth to savor while I moved my hands to the base of his neck, pulling the hairs there as he groaned against me, his cock still sliding in and out with every breath we took.

Man, when Nash fucked, hefucked.

No wonder there were so many girls lining up to sleep with him.

And it dawned on me why men hated when they were reminded another man had slept with his woman before him.

I was possessive. Feral. The thought of another woman taking this, what should have been mine years ago, filled me with a hatred I didn’t like.

Anger I shouldn’t feel.

Resentment I had no business with.

Nash noticed I’d pulled away, and in a rare moment for him, he snapped his fingers in front of my face and turned concerned.

"Harpie girl, you still with me?"

I blinked, realizing he probably thought I was having a panic attack. "I’m—yeah. I’m here." The thoughts raced through my mind still, but I wasn’t going to give voice to them.

Iwasn’t.

"You don’t seem as into this as you were a minute ago." He glanced away from me, his hair falling over his face as he hid away from me, already preparing to pull out.

Against my better judgment, I used what little power I had left in me and flipped our positions, putting him on his back onthe bed as I straddled him, keeping his cock buried inside me. He stared up in surprise, his mouth agape at my sudden display of dominance.

"How did you get so good at this, Nash?" I snarled, hating the way I felt but powerless to stop it. Something in me reflected something in him, and it was like I’d become part of him, a sickness of the mind seeping in and taking over. "How many women have had this dick inside them before me?"

"Who cares?" he said casually, rocking back up into me with eagerness. "I’m inside of you now. Isn’t that the important part?"

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