Page 52 of Addicted Lies

I get what he means and I don’t like it. Especially with the way he described it to me the other night. I won’t just be a little fuck doll to him.

My anger boils as I shove him. I know I’m not strong enough to move him, but he takes a step back, removing his hand from my thigh.

“I’m not your plaything,” I hiss. “What? Does it upset you that someone else wants me?”

Ford remains quiet that intimidating and brooding gaze staring through me. I fucking hate when he does that. Shuts me out, gives me no hint of what he’s thinking, but keeps reeling me in. I grit my teeth. One of us has to have some kind of control because we’re falling so deeply into an abyss neither one of us can crawl back out of.

“Well, I don’t need a fix, so fuck off.” I turn and grab the doorknob, but his body slams me against the door.

“Are you upset, Chaos?” he asks, his breath tickling my ear.

Of course I’m fucking upset! But I’m too proud to say that. I can’t admit how much he’s gotten under my skin and into my bloodstream. Not one day has passed that I haven’t thought about him and the conversation that we had. He made his expectation clear, and yet here I am. Again.

“This has to end.Wehave to end. Sneaking around was fun, but I’m over it.” I push back against him, which is a mistake because I feel his hard cock against my ass, and my body freezes with immediate anticipation. He bites my earlobe, and a shiver runs down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin, the heavy pounding of anticipation heating my pussy.

“That’s all for you. You can take it if you want it,” he croons. I shake my head, trying to tell myself no.

But I really want it.

Fuck. I want it more than anything right now.

“This isn’t smart, Ford. There are people right outside.”

“I don’t care. All I want is you. To be in you. Consumed by you. Use me how you want.”

“That’s not fair,” I grit as my ass rubs against his cock, my body betraying me.No, Billie, more willpower.

“Nothing about you is fucking fair, Chaos.” He runs his nose along my neck as if smelling me. A moan escapes me, and I chastise myself as all my anger morphs into something else.

“I need more,” I whisper.

“Of this cock?”

“No. More from you. Not just sex.”

He remains silent behind me, and I can see his knuckles turning white from how tightly he grips the doorframe. How typical to ask Ford for something more, and he freezes up. I build the courage again to leave, but then he says, “Like what?”

My heart falters. The first thing that comes to mind is small and sounds childish when I say it, yet for some reason, it means so much. “I don’t know. Like texting me more or something.”

It’s so minor, so juvenile, and yet I want it. I need something more than this situation where we come and go as we please. I hold my breath, my body buzzing with the tension rippling around us. I wait for his rejection or for him to reiterate that we’re nothing more than fuck buddies. The moment he says it, I’m out the door.

“Okay,” he says.

I’m startled, my breath releasing in a rush because I wasn’t expecting that response at all. My heart fills with what feels like victory, and it’s so stupid. Irrational. And yet, my body acts of its own accord, reaching behind me. I come into contact with his leg, and my hand slides up until I reach his belt. But this angle is too awkward. He hurries to assist, unbuckling it for me, his movements desperate as he frees his cock. We’re breathing heavily, our hunger insatiable despite being together only a week ago.

My hand clasps his veiny cock, and I stroke to the tip, my thumb rolling over his piercing and enjoying the feel of the bar running under the head. I let out a soft moan as he presses himself into me impatiently, then reaches for my dress and starts lifting it.

“Fuck. No panties,” he growls, and I can sense the shift in him as he turns from man to beast. It fries my brain, making me feel desired. Makes me want to be claimed.

Before I can respond, he kicks my legs apart. And without warning, he adjusts himself to my height and then slams into me. I curse, trying to hold myself upright against the door as he rails me against it like a starved man. But, fuck, how I needed this.

I neededhim.

Even against my better judgment, I need it like my next breath because it makes me feel alive.

He thrusts once, then twice, before he picks up a perfect rhythm. I try to be quiet, not wanting everyone to hear us. But then his hand slides between my legs, and he starts rubbing my clit. I grind against him with so much need that I can’t stop myself. I groan.

“See, Chaos, you want this.”

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