Page 68 of Unspoken Lies
Ignacio drapes his body over my back, holding his weight off me with his forearm as he begins to thrust his hips.
“She’s got a wicked tongue, doesn’t she?” he asks teasingly, brushing my hair out of his way so he can press his lips against my ear. The sound of his sharp breaths as he fucks me, the feel of his cock as it slides in and out of my pussy is heady and I can feel my body begin to tremble. “I am completely addicted to thefeel of your pussy around my cock. I’m going to want you bare all the time.”
“Ignacio,” I whine. I clench against him, unable to help myself as Lili works the bullet over my clit. Fuck, I’m going to come.
“You can take it,” he whispers. “You’re so fucking strong, baby.”
Tears prick at his words because I don’t feel as if I am. My orgasm surprises me as it rolls over me again, and my body threatens to fall. Nacio wraps his arm around my waist, his face buried in my neck.
“I should pull out, but I can’t,” he groans. “Going to fill you up with my cum instead, Rachelle. You’re going to be feeling me for days after this.”
He’s not wrong. I’m already feeling a delicious ache as his cock twitches inside of me painting my walls with his cum. The sounds of our breathing fills the room as Liliana turns off the toy and tosses it aside with a smile.
“I’ll never get tired of this view,” she says. “How does a shower and a nap sound?”
“I don’t even know what time it is,” I say honestly.
“Doesn’t matter,” Ignacio murmurs. “When you’re an adult, you nap whenever you want. Especially after fucking.”
I guess I’ve been doing adulthood all wrong then. They hug me despite my tears, mistaking it for the force of my orgasm.
JARED
Glaring at Rachelle’s apartment, I shake my head.
“This place is a death trap,” I mutter.
“It feels so empty,” Elijah admits, stalking down the hall to the bedroom.
“If you’re going through her shit, I want to say it wasn’t my idea, but I’ll join you in it,” Theo says, trailing behind Elijah.
Just because I called Lili, doesn’t mean I told her the entire truth. We did fix the chain and lock the door, but we’re still inside. Smirking, I follow them into her small bedroom. I won’t say that it’s a dump, despite my earlier words, but this isn’t somewhere I’d ever imagine Rachelle Reyes living.
I guess that’s the point, and she did come from nothing before her mother married Emil, but I’m still shocked.
“What are all of these pills?” Elijah asks, picking up a bottle to read the label. “Zoloft, Xanax, and Effexor?”
“It means Rachelle is really fucked up,” I sigh. “There are a lot of reasons she could be taking this. Did you see how badly she didn’t want to leave her apartment?”
“Yeah,” Theo says, frowning. Together, the three of us go through her things, paying careful attention to where to return it.
On a whim, I lift her mattress, wondering if she’s the type of girl to hide things there. There’s a notebook underneath and I glance at the guys.
“How fucked up would it be for us to read this?” I ask.
“Really fucked up,” Theo says, lunging to grab it. “I don’t care though. How the fuck will we know how to get her to forgive us if we don’t know what’s in her mind?”
“Do we want forgiveness?” I ask.
“I don’t think we deserve it,” Elijah admits. “I do want a chance to show that we can be worth being in her life.”
“For that we need to know how to do that,” I say, dropping the mattress as Theo gazes down at the journal.
If it wasn’t important, she wouldn’t have hid it, right?
Sitting on her tiny twin bed, I watch as Theo and Elijah join me.
“Fuck it,” Theo grunts. “Add this to the pile of fucked up things I’ve done. You’re right, Jared. Information is power. It always has been.”
