Page 71 of Don't Lie To Me

“Onyx.” His name leaves my lips as a plea, for what I don’t know. I think more of this, something in between pleasure and pain, and I’m here for it.

“Do I make myself clear?” His hand cracks over my ass cheek again.

My legs shake. “Yes!” I cry the words as another earth-shattering orgasm rips through me.

He pulls out of me, and I feel him pumping his hand up and down his cock. I glance over my shoulder to see him cumming all over my ass, thick spurts of warm liquid mixing with the water from the shower.

For a moment he stays staring at my back, his head dropped, then his eyes rise to meet mine. His finger traces over my ass right where he came all over me, then he brings it to my mouth for me to taste. I wrap my lips around his finger and suck his juices from it, my eyes rolling back in my head. My pussy throbs with how used she is, but I could go all over again.

“Tonight was a warning, trouble. I’ll give you what you want, fuck you whenever you need me to. But if you break my rules going forward, I will really punish you.”

I turn around in his arms. “What are your rules?”

“I’m in charge. You do what I say when I say it in every aspect of your life.”

I stare back at him, my pulse quickening. “You know I do what I want, big guy. We both know I can’t keep that up no matter how badly I want your cock.” My hand rests on his chest, patting him like a silly kitten, or tiger in his case.

His lips form a thin line and his eyes darken more, if that is even possible. “There is only one way this will work. You showed me how much you like me taking control of your body, you get off on it.”

“I like it when we’re fucking, yeah. But not out there.”

“You want to fuck me again, Sloane?”

“Yes.” The word gets caught in my throat because it feels like answering his question is a trick.

“Then we do it on my terms. I warned you last time that we could only do this once. I’m not like other guys, my needs are different. But you kept on pushing me until I gave in again. Now you get the real me.”

I swallow the lump in my throat, the hand resting on his chest feeling the thumping beat of his heart. The real him? I thought I knew him after spending so much time with him over the years, but I guess I only really knew who he wanted me to see. The loyal broody bodyguard. I don’t know how he came to be a part of the Iron Strykers at such a young age. I don’t know anything about his upbringing or his family, he never talked about them. If I tried, he would change the subject. He has always been a closed book, and I was okay with it. Selfishly I guess, I was wrapped up in my own life and knew I could only ever really know him from a distance. But as much as his words scare me a little, they also send a thrill through me. “I want to know the real you.”

“You won’t when you get to know me.” His eyes are haunted, and I wonder how bad it is. He takes a washcloth and squirts on some bodywash, then he glides it over my body, removing any evidence of his cum before he washes me everywhere. His pressure is firm as he diligently cleans me up. When he’s done, he rinses out the cloth and hangs it over the glass panel. He places a kiss to my forehead.

Before I get to say anything else or ask more questions about this new arrangement I don’t really understand, he takes a backwards step out of the shower, collects a towel, and strides out of the bathroom.

I’m left with my skin wrinkling to a prune, my ass still kind of stinging, and my head spinning in confusion. Who the fuck is Onyxreally, and why do I need to know how bad it gets with him more than I need to breathe right now?

Chapter 27

AfterIfinishupmy shower alone, I open the overnight bag Jagger packed for me and find a pair of faded wide-leg jeans and a cropped T-shirt to change into. I decide there is no point in hiding out in my room alone sulking. I’m desperate to know what the three of them are up to, and more than anything, I’m frantic to know more about what Onyx was going on about. So, I pop open my door and creep down the hallway quietly, hoping to overhear some kind of information that might help me grasp what on earth is really going on, and why the four of us are here together.

I watch Romeo and Onyx in the living room studying something on a laptop screen. Their faces are deep in concentration, and every now and then one of them looks up and says something quietly to the other. I wish I could hear what they’re saying, it’s so odd to see them getting along like old friends.

Goosebumps rise over my skin, and I feel Reef’s hands on my waist from behind. Softly his lips lower to my ear. “You don’t make a very good spy, wildcat.”

I turn in his arms, a smug smirk playing on my lips as I stare up at him, not even surprised he came looking for me. “You don’t make a very good cop. Hanging with a mob boss and a biker chick goes against the oath you took, doesn’t it?”

His cheeky grin doesn’t fade, I haven’t even insulted him. “I know plenty of cops who have all sorts of friends in high places.” I feel the ghost of his touch on my neck where Romeo’s teeth had been just last night and Onyx the day before, a heat rising in my cheeks as I meet the intensity of his burning gaze. He’s fucking turned on knowing someone else was biting me, I can see it.

I raise a brow, trying to get control over my body before I melt into him. “So do I. They have their pockets lined nicely. Is that what you’re after, cash? You looking to strike a deal with my brother or Romeo?”

He chuckles lightheartedly, not giving his intentions away, but I know there is more to why he is here with us. His hand moves to my hip, and he slowly backs me up toward the wall, towering above me in a way that makes me feel so much smaller than I know I am. I guess I haven’t stood next to him without heels on before. With a smug-as-shit look on his face, he moves his arms to either side of me, caging me in.

My heart does a stupid backflip, and I get a little lost in his piercing green eyes. A sadness settles over me for him when I think about what Malachi said about his upbringing.

“I’m not here for money, Sloane. I have enough of that.” The way he says it, his eyes running down my figure, sets my body alight. He’s here for me. Why does my body approve of that, heating all over at the thought?

“Have you been lying to me about everything all along or just knowing Romeo?” I snap back, not letting him in on how my body is reacting to him.

“Who says I know Romeo?”

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