Page 78 of Tangled In Lies

Holden lifts his hands and inches toward the door. “Sorry, Princess, but this is between you two.”

She huffs at the obvious laughter in his tone before turning her attention back to me once the door clicks shut.

“Phoenix, I swear. If you don’t let me go, I will knee you in the balls.”

I spin her around so her back is to my front.

Which I realize too late is a big mistake because now my cock is pressed against her backside.

“There’s that smart mouth again, Angel. I’ve warned you.”

“Wh-what?” She stiffens in my hold.

I brush all of her hair to one side and run my nose up the delicate curve of her shoulder.

The slight noise she lets out at the contact makes me rock-hard.

“I told you there’d be consequences.”

“What kind of consequences?” All the defiance has left her voice.

I trail my lips up her throat to her ear. “The good kind.”

All week long she’s infiltrated my brain to the point that it was an image of her that appeared in my head when I was stroking my cock in the shower a few days ago. I came harder than I have in years, and I hate it. Now I can’t get myself off without thinking about her and what it would feel like to sink deep into her pussy, to make her take my cock to the hilt and moan my name.

And she has to pay for driving me crazy. For making me think of her. For making me want things from her that aren’t part of my plan.

I take her earlobe between my teeth, and she shivers in my arms. When she moves this time, it’s not to struggle but to get closer.

She whimpers, and the last of my self-control evaporates.

Before she can react, I walk us back to the big armchair by the window. I sink onto the cool leather and pull her with me, flipping her onto her stomach so she lands on my lap.

Her surprised gasp echoes around the room, and she immediately goes back to struggling. I put one arm on her back to keep her in place.

“Let me go.”

But my hold is solid. I brush my other hand down her spine and toward that delectable ass of hers. Kneading onecheek several times over her leggings. Repeating the motion on the other side.

Evangeline is still wiggling underneath my touch, trying to get closer.

“Phoenix?”

My name leaves her mouth as a question. I turn my attention away from her lower half and find her facing me. She’s staring at me with her plush lips slightly parted and a rosy flush in her cheeks.

“Shh. I’ll be gentle this time.” I give her no time to react, grabbing the hem of her leggings and yanking them down. I catch a glimpse of her black thong, but not wanting to waste any time, I bring my hand down on her bare skin with a resoundingsmack.

My gaze is fixated on her, unwilling to miss a second of her reaction. The breathy gasp, the widening of her eyes before she squeezes them closed, the moment she pulls her lower lip into her mouth.

I smooth my hand over her soft skin. For an instant, I savor the contact, then I lift my hand again and let it connect with the other side.

Smack.

Evangeline moans, shifting on my hard cock to the point of discomfort.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a consequence forher? Right now, it feels like I drew the shorter straw.

Once more, I rub over the red spot, my heart speeding up because I left a mark on her.

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