Page 77 of Lie to Me

“Answer the question, little warrior.”

She looks up at me, panting. “T-they belong to you,” she stutters, and I grin down at her.

“That’s right. You’re my little cock slut, and I finally have you back. Which means from now on, all of your pleasure belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

She nods, staying tight lipped.

That’s okay.

I’ll soon have her talking.

Or screaming.

“On the bed. I want you on your hands and knees, ass up for me,” I order. She immediately obliges, rushing to do as she’s told. I stand and round the bed, taking in the sight of her.

Jesus Christ, she’s fucking perfection.

Her wet hair hangs over her left shoulder, her smooth skin begging me to redden it, her pussy on full display and dripping for me.

“Beautiful,” I murmur. “How is it that you can be a defiant little brat one minute and my perfect little whore the next?”

I approach her from behind and run my hands up the back of her thighs before spreading her cheeks.

“Drenched,” I mutter and lean down, swiping my tongue across her wet folds and humming as I taste her. “Delicious, too,” I say, and she whines, making me grin.

“I’d love to fuck you with my tongue, baby, but I don’t think you deserve it, do you? Not after your little act of defiance in the shower. So, I guess I’m just gonna have to fuck you, huh?”

“Please,” she whimpers, her voice barely audible as she pants.

“Desperate little slut,” I utter, more to myself than her, and sit back on my heels before lining myself up with her entrance. I slide in with one quick thrust, making her cry out. She spasms around me and it pulls a groan from deep in my chest.

My hand finds her hair once more and I wrap my fist around it, using it as leverage to pull her up so her back’s against my chest. My hand finds her throat and I squeeze lightly while I drive into her. I look down at her to see her eyes roll with pleasure, the movement spurring me on.

“Do you regret what you did, little warrior?”

“N-no,” she chokes out, a small smirk curving her lips. I tighten my hold around her neck, making tears spring to her eyes.

“Are you sure?” I ask and she nods while her breathing comes out in short pants.

“I’m gonna make you regret that,” I say, my voice gruff as I continue with hard thrusts, not letting up my hold on her throat. I wait until she’s right on the edge, slowing down to a torturous pace, and she sobs with need.

“Please,” she whimpers. “I need to come.”

I lean down so my mouth is next to her ear and whisper, “But you already came, baby. In the shower, remember?”

Her face screws up and I take in the view of her pretty face covered in tears. Her eyes are blown out, wide with need, and her lips are just begging me to taste them.

I can’t stop myself from turning her head and capturing her mouth with mine.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Sloane

Present

His mouth finds mine and it’s everything. He devours me while still keeping a slow, torturous pace.

“Please,” I whisper, though it’s more of a sob.

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