Page 14 of Don't Lie To Me

Romeo watches me, and with his tongue darting out, he moistens his bottom lip. “You like playing with your clit?”

I concentrate on my clit, rubbing slow circles like I do when I’m alone. Except this time it feels different, way more intense because I know he’s watching me. “Yes,” I whisper, edging my way down further and sinking a finger deep inside my pussy. My back arches off the bed.

“That’s it,” he encourages me, stroking himself more aggressively. “Now taste yourself.”

Oh, dear Lord, this is so hot. I pull my finger free and slip it in my mouth, licking my juices off as he smirks back at me.

The bed dips as he moves onto it, settling between my legs. “Now it’s my turn.” He takes my thighs and pushes them out even further, his eyes running over very damn inch of my pussy, before he drops his mouth to my center. He licks and nips right through my folds, dipping his tongue inside me.

I pull my hand away as my back starts to arch off the bed greedily to meet his hungry mouth.

Then it’s gone and his eyes are back on me. “Keep playing with yourself,” he tells me, waiting for me to comply before he makes another move.

My hand moves back to where it was, rolling my slippery arousal over my clit, so desperate for him to keep doing what he was.

Pleased, he continues to eat me. His mouth on me is so good it must be sinful. I move my hips off the bed, needing more, and he rewards me by pushing a finger inside of me. The sensation coupled with me playing with my clit is all too much to take, and I cry out as a fresh orgasm takes over, rolling over me in waves that make my pussy clench around his finger. When I finally stop riding his hand and open my eyes, I find him watching me. His eyes are dark with crazy desire and something else. Fascination maybe? He was watching me come undone.

“What?” I demand, feeling awkward under his attention. “Was I not supposed to cum? Because there was no way of stopping that.”

He moves up the bed so we’re face to face. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls before kissing me again. He tastes like me, my juices all over his lips and tongue. Something about it turns me on even more, and I lace my hands around his neck as I pull him closer to me. I have never been this close to anyone before, and even though I’m nervous, I want more of him.

I wrap my legs around his body and feel his cock pressing into me. So damn hard and ready to fuck. But he doesn’t rush me. He keeps kissing me, holding me close as we roll around together, our lips locked. Our sweaty bodies slide over each other as our hands explore and our tongues keep battling. This is what people pay so much money for, I get it now. It feels so fucking good to be this close to someone else. Or maybe that’s just because I’m so attracted to him. Because I am. From the first moment I saw him, I knew I wanted him just like this.

Eventually we pull back from each other just a little, his eyes boring into mine. “I thought you wouldn’t hold back,” I say smugly, knowing he’s waiting for me to be ready. But I’m not sure I ever will be. The longer we wait the more my stomach knots up. I need him to impale me with his massive cock so it’s done.

His lips turn up at the sides. “You’re going to regret that comment.” He moves off me, and I miss the heat of his body immediately. I watch him as he moves to his suit pants, finds a foil packet, rips open the packet with his teeth, then rolls it over his cock. Like he’s done exactly that a million times before.

Anxiety settles like a fucking concrete block in my chest, but I try to shove it away. I want this. I need it, and I’m not waiting any longer.

He moves back over me, pinning me beneath his massive frame. I can feel his unrelenting power. He would be a force to be reckoned with in every aspect of his life. “It’s going to hurt, tell me if you need me to stop.”

My stomach clenches, and I feel my whole body tense as the tip of his cock meets my entrance. I close my eyes up tight.

He pushes in just a little and he’s fucking right, it stings like a motherfucker. This is nothing like his fingers or mine. My heart racesin fear, and I grip the sheets, my mind going somewhere it promised me it never would again. I hear her cries. Her sobs of pain.

“Sloane, what’s wrong?” His deep caring voice breaks me out of my trance.

“Nothing,” I whisper, keeping my eyes shut up tight as I try to block out the horrific vision now taking over.

“Open your eyes, gorgeous, I need to see you,” he says quietly.

My heart races like wild, but I blink my eyes open, wishing he wasn’t seeing me like this. His hand brushes the hair off the side of my sweaty face. “What are you waiting for?” I push the words past my clenched teeth, needing him not to know how messed up I really am. “Fuck me,” I spit angrily, my breath coming in short sharp gulps that makes my head spin. I’m on the verge of a panic attack, I just know it. But that can’t happen tonight. Not here, not now with him.

His eyes narrow, really taking me in, and I see a flash of something. Hurt maybe. “Not until you tell me why you’re freaking the fuck out right now.”

I can’t tell him. I shove him in the chest as aggressively as I can, and he takes the hint, rolling off me. In a rush I get to my feet, not sure what I’m going to do but needing to get away from him. Anger radiates through me. Why couldn’t he just fucking do it? Rid me of this feeling, this fear. What kind of fucked-up twenty-four-year-old is scared of having sex. Especially not a fucking sex club owner.

As I make it to my dress lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, he’s right behind me. His hands come to my biceps. He stops me from going any further, instead spinning me so I’m forced to face him again. “Fuck off, Romeo,” I lash out.

“Sloane, what the fuck?” He stares at me, worry covering his handsome features.

I suck in deep breaths, trying to get my racing heart under control. With fresh determination, I straighten my shoulders and meet his gaze head on. “I needed you to fuck me. But if it’s all too hard, don’t worry about it. I will find someone else to get the job done tonight.”

“Like hell you will,” he spits back at me, an edge of danger to his voice as his fingers press into my arms a little tighter. “Come back to bed now,” he insists, a determination in his eyes that tells me to stop fucking around.

I glance toward the bed, not sure what to do, my insides feeling like they are filled with acid. Firmly his hands slide down my side, taking my hands in his possessively. He tugs me closer so our lips are touching.

Chapter 6

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