Page 31 of Addicted Lies

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Before I can stop myself, I lean over and bite her ass. She yelps but doesn’t move. I slap her cunt over her lace panties, and her legs tremble from the impact.

“Are you wet already, Chaos?” I ask, but it comes out as more of a demand. I can feel her soaking through the material, but I want more. Ineedmore.

What has this woman done to me?

“Yes,” she whispers, and I step back, adjusting my cock in my pants. “You’ll finish this off tonight, won’t you?” I ask, gripping her by the hair and yanking her head so she’s looking at me.

“Tonight?” she asks breathlessly, and I try to rein in my desire to push her down and fuck her into oblivion. I’ve been restrained around Billie, not wanting her to see how deep my depravity goes, but something changed last night. I don’t like this undercurrent of curiosity, and we both need to be reminded of what this is. It’s purely sex. And maybe if I handle her the way I like most, she’ll run scared and never return. That’s what we both need. That’s what’s best for both of us because this addiction is a disaster waiting to happen. But I don’t have it in me to be the one to cut it off.

“Figure it out,” I demand as I release her hair, then turn and stride to the door. Before I fuck her into that red couch. “Your tattoo has healed nicely, by the way.”

“Wait. Did you do all of that just to check out my tattoo?” she demands from behind me. “Are you fucking kidding me? Finish what you started! Ford, you dickhead! Don’t leave me like this!”

I close the door behind me and let out a shaky breath. Jesus Christ, that woman is going to be my undoing unless I’m the one with sense enough not to lose myself in what we have going.

But, fuck, I need her to deal with this soon,I think, looking down at my painfully straining cock.

CHAPTER 14

Billie

I’m fucking furious. He left me high and dry and panting. I’ve got marks on my body from him, and he didn’t even get me off—the nerve of that asshole. I never actually thought Ford would deny me… ever. And it’s made me furious that he has. So furious that I snuck out of the apartment at one in the morning in baggy clothes and a lingerie set underneath that will bring any man to his knees.

I catch a cab to Ford’s house. When the car drops me off, I hurry to the front door and start banging on it. I have a key, but he needs to know how fucking angry I am. My saving grace is that Dutton’s on a flight to Italy, which means I’ll have a few days of not having him breathing down my neck. Since Ivy blocked him from being able to track my phone, I’ve noticed a little more freedom, but I also think that has to do with Posie’s influence.

Ford opens the door, wearing nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants.

“You!” I point my finger at him. “How fucking dare you deny me after not fucking me for months.”

The fucker has the audacity to fold his arms over his chest, lean against the doorframe, and smirk. I want to wring his fucking neck. How does no one else know he has this asshole side of him?

“Seems like you’re shit at apologizing.”

“Me? Apologize?!” I shout, a flood of heat pounding in my core. This should not be fucking turning me on. Why does he have to look like that? I catch a glimpse of the sun tattoo on his hand and internally scoff. Ray of fucking sunshine, my ass!

A small meow comes from behind him, and I lean so I can see around him. “Felix!” I scream, delighted, but Ford steps in front of me.

“Get in the house.Now.”

His dark brown eyes stare down at me, and it’s the first time he’s ever looked… furious isn’t the right word, but there’s something else there that I’m not understanding.

I cross my arms over my chest. “Being a bit bossy tonight, aren’t you?”

“You came here for a reason, didn’t you? And it better not be just because of the fucking cat,” he grumbles.

I can feel my cheeks heating and know he’s right. A woman has needs, but there’s a different energy around Ford tonight. I feel like I’m actually catching the first glimpse of the predator beneath the mask.

My heart kicks up its pace at the way he’s looking at me. I want to ask about the jackets. I want to ask about Felix. I want to ask about what happened last night. But all of that can wait because my pussy is begging for the release I’ve been dreaming of for months.

It doesn’t make it any easier to walk past Felix, who doesn’t seem too curious about me as he plays with a small mouse-shaped toy. It’s then I notice all the toys littering the hallway, and I can’t help but smirk at the knowledge that Ford must’ve bought them for him.

I step into his bedroom, and Ford closes the door behind me. The moment I turn around, his hands are on me. Branding me with a firm grip. His movements are startlingly fast compared to his usual nonchalant attention.

It fills me with feminine pride to know how much he can’t keep his hands off me, how quickly his self-control snaps. I feel the same way as my arms wrap around his neck, and I arch into him, letting him devour my throat with kisses as he pulls up my shirt.

This side of Ford is demanding and needy as if his patience has snapped, and it satisfies me in a way I can’t express. When he removes my top, he pauses for a moment to stare at the yellow lingerie piece. He licks his lips, and I shuffle out of my pants, revealing the crotchless lace underwear and garter belt.

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