Page 55 of Don't Lie To Me

I shake my head. I don’t need to be told off by Doctor Ricky for taking too many pills and chasing it with an obscene amount of alcohol. And if he comes down here, that’s exactly what will happen.

Romeo moves in closer, his eyes locked with mine. “How many of those pills did you take tonight?” he asks me more seriously.

“I only saw her take two,” Onyx replies for me.

Romeo’s eyes scan my face, unimpressed. “I saw her take at least four. Two right before she ate dinner and again when we got word the cops were on their way.”

I groan, my head thumping with their judgy words. I massage my temples, trying to stop the constant drumbeat playing in there. Why are they watching my every move?

“Trouble, Ricky said no more than two a day,” Onyx grumbles over my shoulder, rolling me onto my back so he can glare down at me.

I want to reel away from their judgmental gazes, but I have Onyx on one side and Romeo staring me down on the other. There is no escaping the two of them. “Yeah, well, today was no ordinary fucking day, was it. And now instead of you two letting me rest in peace, I have you ganging up on me.”

Onyx’s phone rings in his pocket, and he answers, still leering at me. “Speak.”

“We have a situation,” I hear the person on the other end of the phone say. Sounds like one of our security guys. “Can you come out front?”

“Fuck.” Onyx disconnects the call and sits back, running a hand through his stubble, his attention moving to Romeo. “Stay here with her. Don’t let her out of your sight,” he demands, an air of authority and a no-shit tone to his voice.

Romeo agrees, a twinkle in his eyes I don’t like the look of.

But what I don’t get is why does Onyx all of a sudden trust Romeo?

He leaves in a rush, and Romeo moves over to me. I shuffle up the bed, needing to still keep some distance between us. “Why did you kiss me?” I ask him, feeling awkward as hell about it now.

“What did I tell you the first night we met?”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t know, that you were a lying asshole and I shouldn’t trust you?” I sass just to piss him off. “I don’t need a babysitter, you can go on with your night.” I shoo him off with my hands, trying to make it clear I don’t want him anywhere near me.

“I think it went something more like,I always get what I want. And right now, I want you, and I’m not going to stop until you’re mine.” The dark and dangerous look in his eyes makes me believe him. This man is used to getting what he wants, and he is awfully persistent.

His expression and his possessive words also make my panties wet and butterflies take off throughout my body. Not because I want him, but because I remember how good the night we shared was. And as much as I don’t want to admit it to him, my greedy pussy wouldn’t mind another go. I sit up a little, needing the height advantage, with him towering over me looking way too powerful. “Then you will be trying until the day you die, because after the stunt you pulled, youwill never get your hands on this again.” I motion to my body just so we’re clear.

He throws his head back, his chuckle filling the room. “You’re a beautiful actress, but I see right through your performance, doll face.”

“This isn’t an act,” I snap back at him.

He crosses one arm over the other, puffing out his chest. “Prove it.”

“What?” I blink back at him, not so sure what he means.

He cocks his head to one side, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Prove it.” He takes a step closer to the bed. “If I come over there and slip my finger inside your panties and they’re dry, I guess I will believe you.”

Fuck, this man is dirty. How did we go from you need to rest from your bad choices, to I’m going to finger-fuck you just to prove a point? “If they’re not?” I swallow the lump in my throat, already knowing the answer.

His knee drops to the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of me. “Then I guess we both know you want me.” His hand lands on my thigh, and I jump, so on edge even the slightest movement amplifies my senses. His hand trails up my bare thigh, and I know I should stop him. Tell him to get his filthy hands off me, but I can’t. I want him to touch me there again. It doesn’t matter how much I hate him. “What’s it going to be, Sloane?” His hand slides under the hem of my skirt, and I suck in a breath, already knowing what he’s about to feel. As he makes it to my silk panties, his grin broadens. “So, fucking wet for me, aren’t you, doll face.” He doesn’t wait for a response from me. In one move, he’s shoved my panties out of the way, pushing his finger deep inside of me, a filthy fucking expression on his face because he knows he has me.

“Romeo,” his name is supposed to come out as a warning, but it’s more of a breathy plea for more.

“That’s it, doll face, you want more of me, don’t you?”

I shake my head no, but my knees widen, giving him better access to me. My body is betraying me. The sexual tension between us has been insane all week, and now that he’s this close, I can’t deny it anymore.

He moves his finger in and out of me leisurely. “See how good we are together?”

My back arches off the bed as my fingers curl into the comforter, pleasure rocketing through my body. With his free hand, he bunches my skirt up around my hips and pulls my panties all the way down my legs and over my shoes, pocketing them when he’s done. He watches with hooded eyes as he fingers me slowly, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. “I have been dreaming about the way you taste for days.” He dips his head, his tongue flicking out to lick me, skimming over my clit, before he sucks it into his mouth.

My eyes roll back in pleasure. “Fuck, Romeo,” I call into the room, not able to help it.

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