Page 46 of Sinful Little Lies

What the fuck is going on? He isn’t nice to anyone but his own reflection. He admitted to me that he saved my life out of obligation, not want or love.

“Thank you, Griffin.” Verena says with a friendly smile that subtly lets him know he’s not getting any further than this no matter how hard he tries.

Griffin kisses her knuckles softly and backs away, grabbing his drink and leaving the room. Presumably for a refill.

“Hey! Grimmeister!” A palm comes down on my shoulder and I turn to face Graham.

I nod in his direction and give him a curt hello before introducing him and Verena. Gracie calls from down the hall that the table is ready so everyone stands and walks down to the dining room together.

A large table sits in the middle of the room with just enough chairs for everyone to sit down. My dad and Griffin sit at the heads of the table. I sit on the corner next to Griffin and Verena sits to my left.

Gracie’s eyes widen when she sees Verena enter the room and beelines to introduce herself. “Hi, I’m Graciela. Gracie or Grace is fine. Slim Grimm over here literally never brings anyone over and the rest of the guys are too full of themselves to have a full-time partner. It’ll be fun to have another girl around.”

V looks at me with a gentle smile and falls into easy conversation with Gracie, and invites her to sit next to her. The twins and Greer sit on the opposite side of the table.

One chair remains empty, Luna’s.Their mother.My step-mother and one of the first mortal enemies I created.

Appetizers are displayed along the dining table and my stomach growls. I’ve hardly eaten in days due to my assistance in Emmett’s “Prince Charming” escapades. The sight of ground meat has also made me a bit queasy as of late, but Dad uncovers two trays filled with nachos and empanadas and I’m done for.

Verena’s eyes light up at the food, excited to dig in. Gracie helps uncover a few more platters and Verena’s eyes continue to widen and her mouth falls slack, drool practically dripping from the corner of her mouth.

“Escalivada, artichoke chips, and espinacas a la catalana!” Gracie beams,” So Verena, Escalivada is-“

“I know what it is.” She says with a smile. “I’m so sorry to cut you off.”

It’s Gracie’s turn to widen her eyes. “You do? None of our guests know Catalan dishes. Is your family from Catalan also?” She questions.

Verena shakes her head,”My family is Puerto Rican, but there’s a restaurant near campus that makes the most mouth-watering Escalivada.”

Gracie’s smiles grow wide. “¿Tu eres Boricua?” She asks Verena and she responds with a head nod.

Gracie lets out a squeal as she sits back in her seat,“Okay assholes, dig in!” Then she leans over to V and lowers her voice. “We’re going to make really good friends.” She wraps her arm around Verena and gives her a light squeeze before sitting upright and eating her food.

So far,so good. No one’s flipped over a table, myself included, so I’d say it’s going pretty well. V hasn’t run out the door in a fit of tears, either.

A win is a fucking win.

What doesn’t make me feel so hot, is my fuckwad older brother making shifty eyes towards Verena all throughoutdinner. Even as he’s involved in other conversations, his eyes stay glued to Verena–more like her chest–as he eats. Greer has always gone out of his way to get under my skin. This is exactly what I didn’t want.

Another fucking bozo thinking they could get close to Verena and rile me up. Newsflash assholes! I’m a cold-blooded killer and I’ll do anything to make sure my woman remains protected, guarded.

We ground up her ex and made him into lasagna for crying out loud. I look at Greer, attempting to send him mind messages that scream, “You won’t wake up with those eyes tomorrow if you look her way again. You won’t wake upat all.”

My jaw tightens in anger and my breathing gets heavier. But all the tension is released from my body when the feeling of her delicate fingers landing on my thigh has me instantly going half mast in my pants.

My eyes drag over to hers and a smirk creeps on her face. She bats her eyelashes in my direction and my cock jumps at the sight of her.

She trails her fingers further up my thigh until the tips lightly brush along the side of my dick. The feather light touch makes me ache for more. More of her attention. More of her touch. More ofher. Her nails drag against my jeans and send shivers down my shaft.

She applies more pressure as her fingers continue their path along the side of my cock, before they journey along the crown. I jerk in response, my dick trying to burst free from its confines and settle between her lusciously thick thighs.

Attempting, and failing, to distract myself from the vixen, and from any prying eyes, I reach out and grab my drink. My hand has a slight shake to it as I bring the glass to my lips. She swirls her finger in a circle along the crown of my dick before flattening her hand and fully cupping me.

Her hold on me through my jeans has me choking on the whiskey and sputtering. She takes that distraction as her excuse to start rubbing me. Her hand rubs along my thick erection through my jeans. “You good?” Griffin asks, his eyes narrowing at me.

“Yeah, I’m good.” The words come out raspy, both from the whiskey I just choked on and the death grip Verena has my cock in. She jerks her hand faster, rubbing me through the layers of clothes. I look over at her as she takes a spoonful of rice in her mouth.

I look around the table and fuckwad finally peeled his eyes off of her. When I get back around the table and look at V, her eyes lock on mine as she slowly pulls the spoon out, making a show of licking her lips seductively before giving me a smile, all while continuing her torment on my dick. The sight has my balls drawing up and cum spurting from my cock as it twitches.

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