Page 11 of Don't Lie To Me

“You want me, Sloane. Your needy cunt is begging for me to take you. Your panties are drenched.” His fingers slide between my legs again, feeling over my wetness. And damn, I know he’s right. I’m almost desperate for him to really touch me there.

“We still have five questions,” I whisper, getting stuck in his dark eyes.

“If you’re not satisfied yet.” His finger slips under my panties, teasing me as it runs over my clit before sinking deep inside of me, and I already know this man wrote the book on how to turn women on.

Oh, dear Lord. My eyes roll back in my head. I have imagined what it would feel like to have another person’s finger inside of my pussy every damn time I got myself off, but I never could have pictured how it would make my whole body come alive.

From the corner of my eyes, I think I see movement, and it snaps me back to reality. Onyx is here watching me. I can’t see him, but I feel his presence. There is no way he would have let me come into this part of the club without him. I should feel guilty for letting some other dudetouch me, but I don’t. If anything, knowing he’s here only makes me want to hook up with Romeo more. Show Onyx what he’s missing out on. I lean back into the booth seat, my eyes closing as Romeo’s lips meet with mine and he kisses me savagely as he leisurely pumps his finger in and out of me, under the privacy of the table.

Eventually he slowly pulls back from me and my eyes flutter open, staring directly into his in a way that makes my heart flutter. “What’s your next question?” He pushes in a second digit.

I whimper out a small cry. It feels so damn good, but his fingers are so much larger than mine, and even though it’s only two, I feel the burn of him stretching me.

He slows his movement, his eyes running over my face, watching me. “Next question,” he breathes, and I get the impression his patience is wavering.

“If I asked you point blank about your work, would you be honest?” I get out even though my mind is anywhere but here caring what his profession is. He could tell me he was a lion tamer at this point, and I would believe him.

“You’re a smart girl, Sloane, you know if I told you what I did for a living I would have to kill you.” His words are light and playful, but I hear his warning.

I take hold of the booth seat, trying to get a little space. I’m overheating, my head spinning a little from the way he makes me feel. He’s so intense, and the way his fingers are bringing me undone is all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Satisfied yet?”

“Four more,” I get out, trying to regain my composure. I’m a woman of my word, and right now I might want him to carry me over his shoulder caveman style to one of my rooms, but I won’t do ituntil I have finished my line of questioning. “Tell me, what’s the most interesting thing about you?”

He raises a brow. “I know how to make people feel safe—even if I’m the last person they should trust.” He stares me down, and I’m not exactly sure if I like that answer. It’s like he’s testing me, asking me if I’m willing to trust him, and I’m not sure I should. “Do you feel safe with me, Sloane?”

My heart races a little faster. “Right now? Right now, your fingers are inside me, and I can’t think at all,” I admit, being far more honest with him than I want to.

He does this delicious twisting thing, and I moan on cue. Fuck, it’s like he already knows my weak spots and how to use them to his advantage. He leans in closer. “You should trust me tonight, Sloane, I will give you a night you will never forget.”

Heat flares within me, and I stare up at him, hoping to God it’s true. “You’ve got this look like you know all my secrets. It scares the shit out of me.”

“I do know all your secrets, sweetheart. I can feel the weight of them pressing down on you. But that shouldn’t scare you. I’m here to take care of you, Sloane, you just have to let me.” His thumb rubs over my clit, back and forth, making my pussy clench.

I stare back at him, this moment way more intimate than I was prepared for. “Oh fuck,” I murmur as my body shudders. My last two questions gone from my mind. I don’t even care about this game anymore. He holds me close, so damn close as his fingers toy with me till I’m a quivering mess in his big strong arms. I bury my head in his shoulder and cry out my release as my pussy convulses and tightens around his two thick fingers. I’m a panting mess, struggling to get enough air, my body alive for what feels like the firsttime ever.

I run a hand through my hair, trying to get my pulse under control. “No man has ever…” The words leave my lips before I can stop them. I jump back from him in a rush, my heart racing in fear this time. I said too much. He made me weak and I just nearly told him something I can never admit out loud.

He pulls his fingers free, staring back at me with an intensity that sends fear flooding through my veins.

“You need to go,” I snap, needing distance before I really do something stupid.

He closes the gap between us. “I’m not going anywhere until you finish what you were about to say.” There is a warning in his voice that tells me not to mess with him.

“I can’t,” I whisper, dropping my head so his eyes can’t meet with mine. My face thrums with the beat of the music, a burning heat coming off it.

One of his hands rests on my leg, stopping me from taking off like I want to, the other he brings to his lips, sucking my juices from the two fingers that were just inside of me. My eyes go wide. Oh fuck, what is he doing. “No man has ever touched you before, has he?” Romeo asks, as if he can tell by just tasting me.

My heart races like crazy. I don’t know what to say, I can’t admit the truth to him. He’s probably some sex god, and me being a twenty-four-year-old virgin is all kinds of embarrassing.

The hand pressing into my thigh digs in a little harder. “Answer me. I played your game and responded to all eight of the questions you asked honestly. You want two more, go for it. I want only one answer. Am I the first man to touch your sweet little cunt?”

The words get caught in my throat but something in his eyes tells me it’s safe to tell him the truth. He’s not going to use it against me. “Yes,” I whisper.

For a second his eyes close, and he inhales deeply like he’s trying to get control. “You’re so damn perfect. How does the owner of a sex club remain a virgin?”

“Keep your fucking voice down,” I snap back at him, even though his voice was hushed. “I run the place; I don’t work here,” I respond like it’s obvious the two things are not the same.

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