Page 58 of Lie to Me

A groan rumbles up my throat and I bite down on her ankle before lifting her hips and slowing my movements.

“Such a dirty girl,” I say with a hoarse chuckle. “Beg me for it.”

“Marco,” she cries and pleads me with her eyes.

I glare down at her. “Beg.”

“Jesus, fuck.” Her eyes squeeze closed. “Please let me come again. I need to come on your cock again before you fill me with cum,please.”

Well, that’ll fucking do it.

“I’ll only let you come if I have those pretty eyes staring at me while you do.”

Her eyes pop open and her gaze connects to mine. I stare down at her, silently telling her how much I love her. Those baby blues have had me in a fucking chokehold since the night I met her. I could never deny her anything, not a thing.

“Such a good little slut for me,” I murmur softly, still thrusting into her. “You can come, baby.”

And she does.

Sloane screams my name as her pussy strangles my dick like a goddamn vice. Her walls pulse and flutter around me, and I can’t for the life of me hold on. Considering this is the first time in ten years I’ve even gone near a woman, I can’t quite believe I’ve held on for as long as I have.

My vision goes white as my pulse roars in my ears. Maybe I grunt her name, maybe I fucking shout it, I don’t know. All I know is I come so hard and for so fucking long that it feels like it lasts an eternity, leaving me a panting mess on top of her.

“Fuck,” I curse once I finally come back to myself.

“Yeah,” Sloane sighs in agreement.

I stare down at her in awe before capturing her lips with mine. The kiss is the complete opposite of what we just shared. It’s slow and sweet. It’s warm and gentle. It’s everything. Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking her. I love her wild side and her dirty side, but I adore how she is afterwards, the way she melts into me and how trusting she is.

“I missed you, little warrior,” I whisper once I finally pull my mouth from hers.

She swallows roughly and stares up at me, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. “I missed you, too.”

I press a gentle kiss to her forehead before heaving myself off the bed and picking her up as her eyes trail over my still-clothed body.

“Seriously couldn’t even wait a few extra seconds to take your clothes off?” she asks with a laugh, and I shake my head.

“I’ve been waiting for you for ten years, Sloane. I wasn’t waiting another second,” I mutter as I head into the bathroom and turn the shower on. Once it’s heated up, I place her down on her feet and gesture for her to get inside. She stands under the water, staring at me with a scrutinizing expression as she watches me undress.

It isn’t until her eyes go hard at the sight of my chest and her steely voice cuts through the noise of the shower that I know I’m in trouble.

“What thefuckis that?”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sloane

Present.

Atattoo.

The man has a tattoo.

The man who has always been polished, pristine, and adamantlyagainstmarking his skin, has a goddamn tattoo.

I can’t see it clearly due to the steam from the shower, but it looks like writing. A name, maybe? And it’s on his left pec… meaning it sits just around where his heart is.

He told me he hadn’t been with anyone in ten years. Was that the truth? Or did he meet someone after I left? Did he fall in love with someone else, but something happened and he got the tattoo to remember them by?

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