Page 83 of Don't Lie To Me

With a grin filled with malice, I glare back at him. “Oh, I learned plenty, like how manipulative you can be when you want to get your way. Well, that shit won’t work on me. I’m not going to crumble to the floor and beg you to take me back to Jagger’s apartment on the docks and protect me from the big bad Morettis. I’ve been dealing with these assholes my whole life, Onyx. You should know better than to think this piece of paper will scare me.” As our eyes lock, the silence is thick with tension, a palpable energy building between us. Heart pounding, I inch closer, my hand outstretched for my phone.

“So fucking stubborn.” He places his hand in mine, his thick fingers wrapping around my wrist, and he tugs me in closer to his body. So close I’m flush against his solid chest, my breath hitching as the scentof his aftershave fills my nostrils, overwhelming me. “You lost your phone privileges this morning when you tried to play me for a fool. You can have it back when you start to comply with my new rules.”

My death glare increases. “I already told you to go fuck your rules. I’m not bowing down to you just so I can fuck you,” I snap back, but already my voice has lost its harsh edge. The way he’s holding me has me distracted and my body is lighting up with desperate need for him to really touch me.

He takes another step, caging me in as my ass hits the desk behind me. I’m not the only one whose body is reacting to our close proximity, I feel how hard his cock is. His eyes flash with something dark and sinister, but also something erotic as hell. He’s getting off on this, on the control he already knows he has over me, and fuck, I don’t know why, but so am I. I’m a strong woman, the strongest, but when it comes to Onyx, I want to give in and let him have me however he wants.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I should have you do next.” He reaches out and runs a finger over my bottom lip as if he’s imagining me on my knees before him, his cock in my mouth. He forces my chin upwards so I’m staring directly into his eyes.

“Take me to my club or I will find my own way there,” I bite back, trying to keep a small slither of control over this situation, even though I’m falling under his fucking spell more and more by the second.

His face drops to mine, his lips just an inch away, and he inhales deeply. “The only way you’re going to your club today is if you agree to my rules.”

My heart kicks up a beat, and I try to swallow down the lump in my throat. “What are your rules? Be specific.”

His expression changes, thinking he’s already won, and he scoops me up in his arms. My legs wrap around him on instinct, and I knowI’m fucked. He presses me into the wall, gazing down at me as he pulls a list from his pocket and hands it to me.

“You came prepared?”

“I know how much you like structure, Sloane. This way we all know where we stand.”

I read over the paper in front of me.

I’m in charge of you and everything you do. What you eat, what you drink, every last damn thing you put in your body.

You will not argue with me. If I give you an instruction, it’s to keep you safe. You will comply.

You will not put yourself in danger. No reckless behavior, sneaking out, or ignoring my safety measures.

“This is for your safety, Sloane.” He presses my back into the wall, his eyes not leaving mine for a second, and I know he’s waiting for me to challenge him on this, but I think I’m in some sort of shock and I can’t.

4. You are expected to listen and not challenge my authority at any time. No lying or keeping secrets.

I huff out a laugh. “I don’t keep secrets, unlike some,” I sass back, finally finding my voice, because after the shit I have found out he’s kept from me over the years, is he kidding?

His eyes narrow in on me. “I only keep things from you when it’s to protect you.”

I move my hands to his chest, trying to force some space between us. “Bullshit!”

“Watch your mouth,” he warns, his muscles tightening, and I see the seriousness in his expression. He’s on the verge of losing his temperwith me, and after his hulk-like door extraction this morning, I know I shouldn’t push him. But fuck, this is ridiculous.

“‘Five, your body is mine to please,’” I read out loud, not sure how I feel about that. “What about Reef and Romeo?”

He subtly rocks his hips into me, just enough that I’m reminded of how fucking hard he is right now and how badly he wants me, as desperately as I want him. My panties are drenched at the thought. “Your pussy is mine. Don’t touch yourself without permission. If you want to have a relationship with Reef and Romeo as well, I’m okay with it. I trust them both with your life.”

I don’t know why but that makes my heart race even faster. Why does he trust them so much?

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