Page 6 of Addicted Lies

She slaps my hand away. “You savage! Let me cut a piece for you.”

My grip tightens on her hip as I pull her ass against my cock. “I’m an impatient man, Billie, especially when it comes to sweets.” She chuckles as she cuts a piece of the cake, purposely rubbing her ass against my now fully-erect cock. This fucking woman is my addiction. I only get sporadic hits of her, which makes me more voracious every time.

She allows me to grab the piece she cut, and she laughs as crumbs drop all over the floor. “How do you manage to stay so fit when you have such a sweet tooth?”

“I like to fuck,” I tell her around a mouthful, and the humor in her expression dies. I wonder if she’s thinking about all the other women I could potentially be fucking. Putting her out of her misery, I add, “You.”

She releases a breath, and I don’t think she even knows she was holding it.

I didn’t think after the first time I had her that I wouldn’t want to touch another woman again. It’s not that women haven’t offered me companionship, but it feels so meaningless to me. I get off on the buildup of not having Billie all the time and waiting for my next fix. The rush of fucking her and pleasing her in ways I know no other man can or has.

We don’t message or have deep conversations; we keep it strictly what it is—fucking.

So I’m more than happy to continue what we’re doing together because we both understand that this can’t and won’t be more. We are just two people from the same world who enjoy each other’s company and bodies. And, fuck, do I love her body. It’s like she was perfectly carved by a master artist. I love to run my tongue over every inch of her, tasting her.

Her skin is smooth, her floral perfume is sweet, and she’s everything I’m not. She’s a ray of fucking sunshine, and I’m attracted to it like a moth to a flame. And I have to remind myself not to break her for it. Someone like me lives in the shadows, and I think that’s exactly why she keeps coming back. That and any other man who tries to touch her is usually not smart enough to avoid her brother’s attention and ends up…out of commission.

Hell, I’ve helped him deal out clear messages to two men in the last six months. If only he knew I was actually the one fucking his sister.

My cock is getting harder just thinking about it, but when she turns, and her lips are inches from mine, I have to restrain myself. Kissing is something I don’t do. I’m not the dating or boyfriend type, and she doesn’t come here for romance.

“Billie,” I growl as I finish polishing off the slice of honey cake and then step back. As I do, I start unbuttoning my shirt. She watches me hungrily, her perfect little apron covering her clothes so they don’t get dirty. But I plan to get her very fucking dirty. “Put the icer down.”

“No.” She smiles as she continues to watch me.

“Such a naughty girl.” And she is in her own way. But if she knew my depravities—the things I really want from her—I’m certain she’d run the other fucking way. And I haven’t quite had my fill of her yet, so I don’t want to scare her off.

I want to tell her to hit me, but I’m certain my sweet Billie wouldn’t be into violence as we fuck. I like that she has a bit of backbone and is demanding in what she wants, but that and what I’m into are entirely different things.

I throw my shirt to the floor, wondering why I even put it on in the first place. She watches every single move I make, a smile on her perfect fucking lips. I remove my pants and free my straining cock. She gulps as I fist it. She’s always been mesmerized by my piercing, and I love that she can’t look away.

She’s wearing a little skirt under that apron, and she’s barefoot. There’s not a speck of makeup on her perfect face, and her hair is pinned up as it usually is when she’s baking. She raises the spatula to her lips and licks the icing off it.

My cock gets even harder as I watch her.

“My perfect little secret,” I whisper. Reaching behind her, I dip my fingers into the icing and step back. Spreading the icing on my cock, I nod to it. “I think it’s time you cleaned it up.”

She wastes no time dropping to her knees. The spatula in her hand clatters to the floor, and she crawls forward, opens her mouth, and takes my cock between her lips.

Each time we’re together, I want and need more of her. I wonder if that will ever stop. When she’s not with me, I dream of fucking her, and when she is with me, I do fuck her. She’s literally my perfect little fucking secret, and I hope no one ever discovers us because I’m not sure how I’ll give up this new addiction.

CHAPTER 3

Ford

Six months ago

Billie and I actively avoid one another as we mingle with family and friends in Dutton’s backyard to celebrate his girlfriend’s son’s sixth birthday. If you’d told me a year ago that Eli Monti, my boss, and head of the Italian mafia in New York, would fall in love and get married but that his equally unhinged cousin, Dutton, would be smitten with a woman, I might’ve actually laughed.

But they’re both lovesick fools. It’s not that I can’t tolerate love. I just find the notion of it unsettling. It means things are changing. And I don’t particularly like change. Especially when, in the past, it always meant that Hawke and I were first to be discarded.

Not that I think Eli will throw us to the wayside; we’re too damn efficient. But if those two are somehow finding what I didn’t think was possible for any of us… Well, then fuck. It’s definitely going to be just me and Hawke again. Because I’m not interested in that level of commitment, and Hawke can’t keep his dick in his pants for longer than two seconds, let alone be faithful to one woman.

“Fuck off, Hawke!” I hear Billie yell.

“Shh, we’re at a party for kids, little tornado,” he teases as he holds something too high for her to reach. She looks around and notices her parents shaking their heads in disapproval. My brother has always had a playful relationship with Billie. If anything, I’m certain Dutton thinks Hawke might try to fuck Billie. If only he knew he was suspicious of the wrong twin.

Either way, I’m not a fan of watching them together.

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