Page 79 of Don't Lie To Me

“If you’re asking me, I think you already know the answer to your own question.”

From the position our bodies are in, I can feel his cock harden, pressing into my ass. “Tell me, Sloane,” he demands, his low growl vibrating over my body.

I let out a heavy sigh, knowing he won’t let me go until he gets what he wants. He’s more damn stubborn than I am, and since I don’t have the energy for a fight this morning, I tell him. “I walked in on the two of them together. It was hot, so I…”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his hand ghosting down my side, settling on my hip. “You what?”

“I started playing with myself. I got a little carried away, and they worked out I was watching. And then the three of us ended up screwing on the kitchen counter. It’s no big deal, Onyx.” Again, I try to pull out of his grip, but he holds me strong, his fingertips pressing into my side. “Let me go. I’m not being held hostage in this bed while you question me because you’re jealous or turned on, or whatever this is.”

Reluctantly he releases his grip on me with a grumble.

I waste no time in getting out of bed, pulling the sheet with me since I’m butt naked and not ready to parade around for him this morning. But that’s not any better because as I glare back at him lying half naked in my bed, all I can see is how gorgeous he is this morning, with his chest on display, and also a very obvious tent in his boxer briefs.

His eyes travel slowly up my body, finally settling on my face, his expression unreadable. “Drop the sheet.”

I hug the sheet a little closer to my chest defiantly. “I’m not playing games with you this morning, Onyx. Last night was confusing enough.”

He quickly leaps from the bed, the covers swirling around him as he rounds the corner toward me. “I thought this was what you wanted, trouble?”

I blink back up at him, my heart fluttering stupidly. “I want you, not all the rules and shit.”

“There is no in between,” he spits back.

I gape back at him, and I know he’s deadly serious, but I don’t know how to handle Onyx like this. This side of him is so new to me, but so is a relationship of any type.

I jump as his hand makes contact with my arm, the touch sending a shiver down my spine and goosebumps erupting on my skin. “Drop the sheet, Sloane, you’re not to hide your beautiful body from me anymore.”

“Another rule?”

“Yes.” He tugs at the sheet, and I allow it to drop. “Is this what you want, Sloane?” His hungry eyes eat up every inch of me, challenging me.

“I want you,” I whisper, the words getting caught in my throat.

“Then you agree to my rules.”

“I don’t even understand your rules. Are you annoyed at me for hooking up with Reef and Romeo, or does it turn you on?”

His eyes bore through me. “Both.”

Fuck, what does he want from me? I bury my head in my hands, frustration overwhelming me. “See, that’s confusing.”

“I never said our relationship won’t be complicated. My past with Reef and Romeo and their interest in you blurs the lines, but we can make this work if you want to.”

“What if I don’t agree to your rules? I know you couldn’t walk away from me right now even if you wanted to,” I throw back at him because fuck him. Why does he get to call the shots just because he says it’s theonly way he will have a sexual relationship with me? Doesn’t mean I have to agree.

His brow rises, and his dark eyes lock onto mine in a way that has me sucking in a labored breath. “Do you want to call my bluff, trouble?”

“You know me, Onyx. I can’t be the girl you want me to be, it’s just not possible, so why would you make me?”

He closes the gap between us, his hand lacing into my hair. He gathers it up so I’m staring up at him. I blink back, getting lost in the depth of his eyes. There is so much pain hidden behind them. For my brothers he hides it, but us being in this apartment with his two old buddies is bringing shit to the surface for him as well, I can see it. “It’s not about making you do something you don’t want to. I can help you, Sloane, this isn’t just about me. We both know you’re spiraling, your reliance on your pills is out of control. Let me take some of the pressure off your hands. I can give you everything you desire, you just have to trust me to take care of you and know what you need.”

He has a fucked-up way of showing it, but I can see how much he cares. “Why do you need my submission?”

“I need to know you’re safe,” he huffs back.

“You don’t trust me to keep myself safe?”

“Maybe the question should be, do you trust yourself?”

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