Page 70 of Don't Lie To Me

I sniff. “Lucky I’m worth it.” My lips turn up at the sides, knowing he’s past reasoning. He’s all in, and his damn one-time rule is as far from his mind as can be.

I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, feeling the straps slide down my shoulders, enjoying the way his eyes grow hungrier at the sight of me. With a gentle tug, he frees my hair from its ponytail, letting it fall softly over my shoulders. “You’re so damn beautiful. Resisting you was torture.”

My cheeks heat at the way he looks at me like I’m his whole world. I tug his shirt over his head, needing to get my hands on his bare chest. They trail up and over his abdomen while he watches me. I find his scar and trace the line of it, my anger toward him simmering down. He might have tricked me to get me here tonight, but he did it to keep me safe. How angry can I stay at him for that? He earned this stab wound protecting me, a constant reminder of what he did to save me. That night bonded us in a way that can never be erased, not even when I’m pissed at him.

His lips meet back with mine as his hands run over my body, cupping my tits in a way that makes me moan into his mouth. His callused hands running over every inch of my bare skin just feels too damn good. He lowers his mouth, taking one nipple in, he sucks hard,sending an electric tingle running right through me that makes my lady parts throb with desperate need for him to fill me up.

He traces his hands down my body and then proceeds to carefully unbuckle my shoes, tossing each one on the floor as he goes. I push off the countertop to standing, unzipping my skirt and letting it pool on the tiles below.

While he removes his pants, I can’t help but stare at him. He’s one gorgeous sight, all hard muscle and ink. My fingers curl around his length, and I feel him shudder as I stroke him back and forth. He’s impossibly hard. “Onyx, I need you to fuck me.”

He stares back at me, his hands still running over my skin, lingering on the curves of my body as if memorizing every inch. I can’t get enough of him. I crave him everywhere, need him to make me feel like he did last time.

“Please, I need you,” I whisper into his lips as he kisses me again.

He lifts me by the waist, gently setting me back on the counter, my legs instinctively parting for him. I lean back a little so he’s got better access to me. His hand slides between my thighs, trailing over my clit before he dips a finger inside my pussy. Quickly he adds a second finger, leisurely pumping in and out of me, stretching me as he watches my face for a reaction. “This is all you can have, trouble.”

I lean so I can see him eye to eye. “No, why? I want more.” Shit, I don’t even recognize my clingy voice. I’m close to begging him, that’s how badly I need him right now.

His face grows more serious. “I don’t have any protection.”

I stare back at him, my eyes lingering on his face for a fraction of a second, the silence hanging heavy between us. “I’m not worried, big guy. You know I’m on birth control, and I have never been with anyone other than you without protection before. Give me what I need.”

His eyes meet mine, and I see the internal struggle he’s going through. Then he lifts my ass, moving me closer to the edge of the counter.

I spread my legs wider for him, my hand moving down and rubbing over my clit. The other comes to my tits, massaging one then the other, putting on a show for him, hopefully one that’s too damn good to resist. He growls out a curse and in one move, he thrusts inside of me, filling me all the way up.

I cry out a moan at the sudden intrusion of his massive cock. This is what I needed, but he’s surprised me.

His eyes flicker with concern, his gaze lingering on me for a heartbeat. “Sloane.”

I grin back at him. “I’m good, fuck me.”

That’s all he needs to know I’m okay. He pumps into me, his fingertips digging into my hips as he moves with force. Every deep thrust brings me undone more, his large body controlling mine completely, taking me out of my head and into the bliss that is only him.

He dips his head, his eyes running over me. “Play with yourself again,” he demands.

My heart flutters as I reach between my legs, my fingers finding my clit, teasing it gently as I lock eyes with him. My pussy tightens, waves of euphoria washing over me instantly. “Onyx.” His name leaves my lips as a cry, but it’s more of a plea for him to keep going. To give me an escape from all the shit I’m dealing with so I can just feel.

He pulls out of me, and immediately I’m disappointed at the loss of his body so close to mine. He collects me in his arms and carries me into the shower. Turning on the spray, steam fills the room. As he lets me slip down to the floor, I lean into the cold tile wall, trying to get my breathing under control.

“Don’t leave me yet. I need you, Onyx.” Jesus, who even am I, this needy pathetic girl. But right now, I don’t care. I do need him, and I can’t deal with him walking away from me like he did last time.

“I’m not going anywhere this time. Be a good girl and turn around for me.”

I beam back at him, spinning around as quickly as my shaky legs will let me.

“Hands on the tile wall, above your head.”

I bite into my lip as I do what I’m told. “Fuck, yes,” I hiss, so ready for him to control my body in any way he sees fit.

One of his hands comes to my stomach, the other to my hip as he uses his knee to push my legs out wider. He holds me in place, water running over our bodies. Then he stretches me again, his cock slipping straight back into my waiting pussy. “Good girl, stay just like that.” His voice is a low rumbling growl, like he’s trying to keep some control but he’s on the verge. He fucks me ruthlessly, pumping in and out of me like he’s punishing me. “If we’re going to do this, Sloane, things can’t stay the same between us.”

I glance over my shoulder, wondering what he wants to change. “I don’t want them to stay the same. I want this side of you,” I moan as he continues to thrust into me.

“Then from now on I’m in charge. You do as I say and stop fighting me at every damn turn.” His hand comes down on my ass, the sting shocking me but sending a fresh wave of arousal flying through me at the same time.

“I know what’s best for you. I swear to protect you, but you have to follow my every instruction without question.” Another slap on my ass, and I know he’s punishing me.

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