Page 33 of Addicted Lies

“I wasn’t insinuating?—”

“That what? That I’m not a fucking idiot?”

“I can’t control myself around you!” He shoots to his feet, and it startles us both. His chest is rising and falling rapidly. “You don’t understand my depravities. Or how addicted I can become.”

I’m so fucking angry that my hand is moving before I register what I’m doing.

Slap.

The sound echoes in the room, and my hand print reddens the side of Ford’s face, not that it did anything to budge the oaf. I immediately regret striking him, despite how furious I am, but when his eyes meet mine, that look of hunger and need is back.

What the fuck?

Glancing down, I see his cock’s getting hard again.

Huh?

“Do it again,” he encourages.

“But I—” I stop short because Ford is giving me insight into what he likes and needs, and I’m not sure if he wants this because he thinks he should be punished for something or if it’s because he likes it.

“Hit me,” he grits out. “Or leave.”

I swallow at the challenge. Ford’s trying to push me, and it infuriates me. I always thought he was straight forward, but maybe he really is as fucked up as the rest of the men I know. I channel that rage into my hand and slap him again. This time his face does turn to the side, and he grinds his jaw.

He’s on me in seconds, and my back hits the bed. A jolt of fear runs through me, until I see his expression. He’s not mad. He’s turned on, and his cock is pressing firmly against my inner thigh.

“I need you to know I’ll never hurt you, Chaos. But I’m not a sweet Prince Charming. I’m struggling to restrain myself around you.”

A shaky breath escapes me as I nod. “I know you’ll never hurt me. But I need you to teach me what it is you want.”

He lets out a dark chuckle, and it’s terrifying because I feel like there’s a whole lot I don’t know about Ford. “You and your body. We’ll start with that,” he says, leaning down and biting my tit. I hiss at the flash of pain, but the ache it leaves behind goes straight to my pussy. His cock twitches against my thigh, and it becomes clear that Fordlikespain.

I reach between us, grip his cock, and pull hard. He hisses again, the muscles in his neck bulging. I guessed right.

“Fuck me, you’re so going to leave here black and blue tonight,” he promises. I feel like I’m out of my depth, but I’m also curious as to where it might lead me.

“And you want to be marked too, right?” I ask, hoping I don’t embarrass myself with the assumption.

His gaze becomes hooded as he answers, “Yes.” And he shoves away my hand as he thrusts his cock into me, pushing our cum back inside me.

My eyes immediately roll back into my head, and I’m not sure what I’ve stumbled into. This isn’t anything like the random nights we had while I was in college. This is something darker and entirely untouched. Something to be explored. And I can feel my thirst for him has plummeted into another draining well.

CHAPTER 15

Billie

It’s my first day at my new job, and I’m fucking sore and sleep deprived. I knew it’d be a risk having a late night at Ford’s, but I didn’t anticipate we’d be fucking until five in the morning or that I’d have to sneak back home before Ivy woke up. I don’t want anyone else catching wind of this. Part of me knows I should stop, but I can’t. Especially after last night. I don’t know what the fuck possessed Ford in the early hours of the morning. He was like a feral animal, but I am so here for it.

Have I bitten off more than I can chew, though?

It’s like he was challenging me. And he awakened something in me I didn’t know was there.

Most of the day is spent on orientation: visiting the different departments, meeting coworkers, going through the onboarding process, and setting up my workspace. I lucked out with a desk by the window. It’s got a nice view from the fourteenth floor. And my manager, Tarissa, seems nice enough.

It’s not until midday when I’m standing in line for coffee downstairs, that I consider texting him. I tap my phone against my chin. I know I shouldn’t. We don’t message each other, but what harm could there be if we did? Ivy’s blocked my brother from hacking my phone and going through my messages so I could text him, right?

Would texting make things between us feel more serious? But fuck buddies still message, right? I mean, I’ve had fuck buddies before, but I always made a point not to message with them so Dutton couldn’t interfere.

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