Page 119 of Sinful Lies

I pushed her away slightly because I knew exactly where this could go if I let it, and it wasn’t just sex.

No, it was something darker, heavier—a truth I wasn’t ready to face yet, not with her. Not with anyone.

Maybe not ever.

“Let’s play again, Jade.”

She giggled. “Still bitter about losing?”

“No. Two lies, one truth. You find the truth, and I’ll do whatever you want for an hour—anything. But if you lose…” I let the pause linger. “You owe me a big secret. Something real, something you’ve never told anyone.”

Her fingers threaded into my hair, tugging sharply, forcing me to meet her gaze.

The heat in her eyes burned, but it was the curve of her lips—a sinful, taunting thing—that nearly unraveled me.

“Brave words, Angelo. After the way you’ve humiliated me tonight, I couldruinyou. You sure you’re ready to hand me that kind of power?”

“Try me,amore,” I rasped.

“Okay, I’m in.”

“Perfect. So, I have a house in Milan, Italy. Where Dante Alighieri’s lover, Beatrice, used to live. My biggest dream was to travel to the moon, and… I found Georgino in the streets of Prague a couple of years ago, and decided to take him with me. Don’t ask why.”

She pushed herself up, her arms braced on the mattress, the covers slipping down to her waist, her full tits justthere, bare, right in my fucking face.

“Wait, where’s Georgino? You never leave that little monster alone?—”

“My mama took him for the night.”

She hummed and laid back down, and I couldn’t help myself—I leaned in, kissed the skin between her tits, my eyes locking with hers.

The faint light from the city barely illuminated her face. Her hand found the back of my head, her breath catching in a quiet sigh.

Don’t do it.

Don’t you fucking do it, Angelo.

But hell, I couldn’t stop myself.

I leaned in and teased her nipple with the tip of my tongue, a low growl rumbling in my chest as I sucked gently. Her skin tasted like fire, like everything I shouldn’t want, but craved anyway.

My hand worked the other nipple, pinching it just enough to make her gasp.

“How am I supposed to focus, Angelo?”

I grinned against her skin and bit down on the other nipple, hard enough to make her arch into me.

“Come on,” I murmured. “Find the truth.”

Her hand shot to my face, fingers curling against my jaw as she pulled me up, her lips crashing into mine. She kissed me slow but deep, her tongue teasing the edge of my lips before she pulled away.

“Easy,” she whispered, a smirk curling her lips. “I think you found Georgino in the streets of Prague. That dog might look like royalty, but with the way he acts? He’s a dumpster-diving stray in disguise.”

She moaned softly as my lips began trailing down her neck.

“And your house is in Florence, not Milan. You’ve been there every summer since I’ve known you.”

Her fingers threaded into my hair as I bit harder.

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