Page 63 of The Lies We Steal

“You have something that belongs to me, Little Thief.” All laughter is gone. All reminiscence of his humanity fading.

My eyes flick to my button-down on the chair near the speaker where music still plays, knowing his ring is tucked in the front pocket of the shirt. Thankful for the first time that he can’t see me.

“And I want it back.” He snarls, his tone nips at my skin like feral wolves baring their teeth.

“I don’t have shit.” I buck at him, which is pointless, but I don’t want him thinking I’m backing down. My heart thumping with the blatant lie.

His hand seizes the back of my head, gripping the hair back there with an intoxicatingly vicious hold. Pulling me down, so that my face is pointed up towards him. I can feel his mouth floating above mine, and I promise myself that if he kisses me, I’m going to bite his tongue clean off.

“You saw what we did to that teacher, didn’t you?” The vivid images haunt me. “That’s what happens to people who take things from me, Briar. They end up dead.”

His breath is Novocain to my senses, numbing everything. The poison in his voice oozes into my pores, infecting me. All those images rush right back, the ones that plague me at night. Of the blood, of the snakes, of him.

The ones of him are the worst because I always wake up with sweat trickling down my lower back and damp panties.

“I’m not scared of you.” I wince, another lie.

“Yeah? Prove it.” I swear I feel his top lip hit mine when he pronounces the P in prove.

Winding his hand in my hair tighter, making it a leash for him to control me with. With speed and precision, he lodges his drenched right thigh between my legs. Wedging me open and lifting me at the same time.

I inhale a gasp, my breath hitching in my throat, my head falling back into his grip as the slight friction bolts from my center down to my toes. Lightning strikes my bones. Everything was completely void, every molecule was gone. This immense force of energy surges through me, it was only a second of touch but felt longer.

My entire body balances on his kneecap, all the pressure directed to my core. His coarse jeans rub the delicate skin between my legs. It takes me a few moments to notice my hands resting on his t-shirt covered shoulders.

“Are you scared yet, Little Thief?”

I grind my teeth, trying to breathe but all I get is gulps of him. His smokey breath filling me up, up, up. I was going to explode. Tendrils of terror wrapped around my throat, choking me.

I was scared, yes. My mind, my heart.

But my body, my sick fucked-up body, she liked it.

She liked it too much.

So much that I couldn’t stop her from proving my point.

“Eat me.” I bite out.

I feel his smug grin, right above my lips. Taunting me. Toying with me.

I feel it in waves. The way his knee begins to move in short circles, the tension never leaving my clit. I can feel everything like he’s touching nothing but bare skin. The thin material of my bikini does zero but aid his friction.

The intensity slowly began to build. My tongue swelling in my mouth as I bite down on it, prohibiting any moans to escape. I felt hot all of a sudden, the water that had once turned to ice was now molten lava. Every movement of his knee strokes the flames higher and I can only watch. I can only feel as the inferno grows larger.

I am simply embers and ashes of pleasure in his hands.

God and he fucking knows it.

He flicks his tongue across his bottom lip, catching mine in the process and I get the faintest taste of him. Do you know how scary it is to nearly taste the one drug on earth that could kill you?

I was hanging on the swing of life or death in Alistair’s arms. Seeking pleasure from the one who seeks silence from me.

This is just to prove a point. I remind myself. I’m just proving a point. I’m showing him that I’m not giving up and he can’t scare me. Not anymore.

He jerks up, making a tortured moan rip from my throat. Alistair inhales sharply, absorbing my pleasure as we exchange heavy grunts and groans.

I couldn’t deny the wetness that leaked from between my legs, maybe I could blame it on the pool, but he knew, he knew just as well as I did. My body craved this.

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