Page 77 of Cruel Lies

His words said no, but his eyes were filled with a different kind of heat now. I wanted to make him admit he wasn’t as strong as he thought. That he was just as affected by me as I was by him.

And the only way I could do that was by breaking through to him with the only weapon they couldn’t take from me.

My body.

In a single breath, I hooked my ankle around the back of his neck and yanked him toward me, using the shock to destabilize him until he fell forward and landed atop me, his hands on either side of my head, my leg thrown over his shoulder at the knee, the other pinned beneath us, his obviously hard cock pressed against my core.

The position was so obscene, if we hadn’t been wearing any clothes, I would have been three seconds from an orgasm. If someone stumbled across us now, here, they’d think we were in fucking heat or something.

Fuck, I would kill to feel him just once.

"Harper," he whispered, his hair falling around us like ashield, hiding us from the rest of the world. "I don’t want to fuck you."

"You’re a terrible liar," I countered, and my hands wrapped around his neck as I yanked his mouth to mine, breathing in the warmth of his tongue as I shattered the glass wall between us and gave in.

His body moved against mine, and fuck all if it wasn’t like poetry in motion. My leg fell from his shoulder and he climbed on top of the car with me, all fire and gasoline as we made out like we needed each other to breathe. His lips pressed insistently against mine, moving like water as we gasped for air between shifts in position. His cock pressed insistently against my core, and I groaned, rocking up into him when those hands clasped a collar around my throat. I didn’t even complain when I felt him attach the leash, either. And when he jerked on it as his teeth nipped my bottom lip, I thought I was going to come right there on a stranger’s car, fully clothed, like a fucking bitch.

"Angel," I moaned, so loud now it would be impossible to mistake our actions for anything less salacious if you were within three hundred feet. The way his face flushed at the sound proved he knew it, too. "Fuck, yes."

I heard a slow clap echoing in the distance, and we froze like deer in the headlights, both of us turning our gaze to none other than Nash, standing in a corner, that cocky smile on his lips as he waggled his brows at us.

Fuck. Of all the people to catch us, it had to be him.

"Nice to see you’re still interested in women, brother. I was beginning to think you’d turned into a eunuch." He whistled low as he circled us like a predator, neither of us moving from our position. "And a leash, too? I didn’t know you were into the kinky shit, Angel."

Angel shoved off me in a flash and tossed the leash into Nash’s hands, growling under his breath aboutmaking assumptionsandminding his business.

And just like that, Angel disappeared, a bucket of cold water dumped on our heads, leaving me with a wet pair of panties, and the man who’d pushed me away the night before holding my leash and collar in his grip.

With a sadistic smile, Nash tugged on the leash, pleased when I tripped over my own feet to keep up with him.

"Come on, Harpie girl. Be a good bitch and I won’t have to get ugly."

Why did his words only serve to turn me on more?

THIRTY-THREE

NASH

If you’d askedme how my day was likely to go this morning, you couldn’t have paid me to believe that I’d be holding Harper at the end of a leash like a dog, leading her into the living room, my cock harder than a steel beam and making it impossible to walk without a limp. Thank the gods Rowan wasn’t home yet because, hoo boy, I’d never live that down.

Angel had already skittered off either to his room or to who knew where. Harper didn’t say a fucking word as I tugged on her leash and led us straight into my room, closing the door oh-so-carefully behind us as I flipped the lock.

When I turned on her, however, the fire in her eyes was back, and now it was directed at me.

"You know, Nash, you have the worst fucking timing in the history of ever."

I curled a finger beneath her chin and tipped that pretty head back, my gaze scraping over her exposed throat. "And you sure are quick to move from brother to brother. Looks like my refusal last night didn’t put a damper on your plans at all, did it?"

I couldn’t help but dig at her. I didn’t want to, but something in me was fundamentally wrong. And the jealousy and rage I’d felt at seeing Angel bent over her, lavishing her with the attention he insisted he didn’t care to give, sucking her fucking face off while she dry-humped him into oblivion atop Lilly St. Clair’s car, no less?—

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t right.

I saw her first.

And now, my dick was nothing more than a fucking pain in my side, something to distract me from doing what I wanted to.

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