Page 128 of Cruel Lies

"I don’t think you understand," I raged, my hands sliding from his face, down his throat. "I’ve never wanted to hurt anyone in my life, Nash. But I want to strangle every fucking girl who’s ever been with you." My hand tightened around his neck, and I felt him throb inside me. "I want to hate you for all the things they taught you," I whispered, watching his eyes darken as they stared me down, his whole body at attention. I started to rise and fall on his cock, taking him as I slowly cut off his air supply. "I can’t stop thinking about how good you are in bed and how you had to learn those things somewhere." I took him inside me like a pro, leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips as he started to actually suffocate. "I wanna hate you for fucking every single one of them, Nash. But you feel so good inside me, I can’t."

The color rushed from his face as I released his throat and leaned back, propping myself up on his thighs as I bounced on that dick, the arch in my back forcing his cock to hit that sweet spot inside me with every thrust, so pleasurable I could almost ignore the shooting pain in my side.

I could almost forget that I was bleeding all over myself now. Almost forgot that I was falling apart, that something black inside my mind was slowly turning me into an unrecognizable, possessive, angry bitch.

Almost.

"Fuck yes, Harpie girl, ride me, take what you want from me, take it all?—"

I doubled back over and took his face in my hands, slipping a pinkie beneath the remaining stitches on one side. "Don’t hide from me anymore, Nash, you hear me?" I tugged at his stitches, feeling one give way as he groaned and rose up to meet me on the next thrust, the two of us rising to a shared peak together. "I want to see you. All of you." Another stitch popped as he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh around my waist.

"You have me," he panted, blood streaming down his face now, just like it did my abdomen. "Christ, Harpie girl, when did you turn into a monster like me?"

"Maybe I always was one. I just needed another one to match my freak, to drag the truth out of me."

Maybe I’d always been a monster. The funny thing was, if either of us was a monster, it wasn’t him.

It was me.

Because I wanted a monster like him. I knew him, inside and out, back to front, and still wanted him inside me.

A part of me. Under my skin.

Forever.

Shit.

I felt the edge of the pain fade away as he thrust into me one more time, and I came with a shout, the feeling like an out-of-control, off-the-rails freight train with no brakes. I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t edge away from the precipice. I was there. And suddenly, so was Nash, his face lighting up like a sky full of fireworks as he came.

He tossed his head back on the blankets, his hair scattered around him, and that Adam’s apple worked in his throat as he struggled through his own release, breathing shallow and rapid.

I hooked a finger in his mouth and dragged his eyes up to lock onto mine, so I could see his soul laid out for meas his orgasm rocked him, hot ropes of his cum filling me as he jerked uncontrollably.

"Look at me when you come for me, Nashville Blackwood."

His lips spread in a feral grin, and like that, Nash was sitting upright, clinging to me as he came inside of me, giving me every ounce of seed he had in him. And my greedy cunt took it like a champ, throbbing around him, oversensitized as fuck and desperate for more.

But my body had had enough.

And so had my soul.

I needed to step away before the reality of what we’d just done set in completely.

Nash wasn’t a carer. He had his own ways of doing things, and I think a part of him knew he wasn’t what I needed after that ordeal.

He pulled out of me, laid me down on the bed, and marched over to the door as he tucked himself away and zipped his pants. With a last look in my direction, he yanked the door open, and Angel nearly fell through it, a stunned look on his face that quickly turned into rage and hatred.

He turned on Nash, his fist raised and ready to plant itself square in his brother’s jaw. At the last minute, Nash reached out and stopped the incoming punch, nodding in my direction.

"I’m not good at all that post-sex shit. She doesn’t need me right now. She needscared for."He looked Angel up and down, a hint of distaste and jealousy in his voice when he spoke again. "She needsyou."

With that, he strode off into his bathroom and slammed the door, refusing to look back at me even when I called his name.

Abandoning me once more.

FIFTY-TWO

ANGEL

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