Page 78 of Cruel Lies

Which wasn’t her.

I certainly didn’t want to fuck Harper Daniels.

No way in hell.

But what I said was —

"Get on your knees,Harpie girl."

She crumbled with a tiny whimper like she’d done this before, and a flash of jealousy raced through me at the thought that some other man had put her in this position. Had collared her like a pet. Had made her kneel at his feet.

He wasn’t worthy of such worship. Hell, no man was, least of all me. But my reality and fantasies were all twisted, and I wasn’t thinking straight.

"Nash," she breathed, and I wrapped the leash around my hand a few times so I could jerk her attention back to where I wanted it.

Eye-level with my cock.

"Take it out," I commanded, thrusting my hips out an inch to let her knowexactlywhatitwas.

Her eyes widened, and then those gorgeous blue irises disappeared when the black of her pupils blew wide with desire. Hands that had no business being on me scrambled to undo my belt, shaking as she pulled the leather through the buckle, then the loops at my side. She hesitated, her fingertips barely grazing the edge of my waistband, as she looked up at me with those stunning eyes and searched my gaze for something she had no business looking for there.

"What are you waiting for?"

Those eyes of hers held mine like a magnet, forcing me to watch the slow smile spread across her perfectly plump lips. Fuck, from this angle, she was gorgeous. I felt my heart stutter for a moment as her hands moved to the edge of that button, and then froze as that grin widened.

I was almost afraid to find out why.

And then she leaned in and unbuttoned me with her fucking teeth, and I damn near came right then and there.

"Fuck, Harpie girl," I breathed, eager to touch her, straining against my iron will, but refusing to reach out and grip her hair. Instead, I clenched tighter to the leash, tugging on it as a reminder when her lips grazed my waistband.

Good lord, she had a mouth on her.

I should not be thinking about the other men who taught her how to use it this way.

A stray snarl snuck through my wall of indifference, and Harper froze with her teeth around my zipper, glancing up at me for direction.

"Keep going," I gritted out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head when her nose dragged along the length of my stiff dick.

The little gasp of surprise as my cock sprang free, nothing between it and the air now, was like music to my battered soul. This sort of shock, I could enjoy.

"Thought you’d seen bigger, Harpie girl?"

Her hands slid around the base of it, testing the girth and weight, and fuck all if the damn traitor didn’t jump in her hands with all the eagerness of a puppy. Her tinkling laughter as I tried—and failed—to control the eager twitching at her touch only served to enrage me at my unavoidable reactions. I didn’twanther to know how much she affected me. How deeply she was under my skin.

She couldn’t find out how far gone I was for her. I didn’t deserve her. And she didn’t deserve to be stuck with me. She had a life to return to, and I wasn’t a part of it.

Didn’t mean we couldn’t have a little fun before our time was up.

Angel might have problems admitting what he wanted, but I took what my heart desired. And right now, what I desired was her lips around my fucking cock, sucking the life out of me.

"What do you want, Nash?" she hesitantly whispered. "Tell me."

"You know what I want, Harpie girl. Wrap your lips around it and show me what that pretty mouth can do."

She needed no other encouragement. With a lick of her lips, she dove in, her hands moving to the back of my thighs as shetook me in, inch by glorious inch, all the way down to the base. Her nose brushed the smooth expanse of my pubic bone, and I groaned when she swallowed around me, fingernails digging into my ass through the fabric of my pants.

Little moans and soft sighs escaped her, tangling with the other, less graceful noises we made together as I watched her fucking bob around my dick like she’d been made to do it. Crafted just for my pleasure, this vixen in the form of a fallen angel. Her eyes never left mine, those lashes hiding absolutely nothing as my dick hit the back of her throat and I groaned.

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