Page 32 of The Perfect Lie
“I know, Reyna. I’m trying really hard to get back what we had.” It was the truth, and if that was going to happen, I needed to continue telling her everything about Gwen. Scraping my hands through my hair, I kept my eyes on Reyna’s. I needed her to see the real me as I spilled my soul to her. “When Gwen and I first met, she knew I had a certain sexual taste. She was willing to cross over into my world, and because of that, I fell in love with her. When she died…”
“Her fake death…” Reyna interrupted, anger and sarcasm in her tone.
“When I found out she was dead, my world fell apart, but that all changed when I met you.” The ice hidden behind Reyna’s eyes began to break, so I continued. “When I went to the Four Seasons, I planned to get the truth out of her and leave, but Crosby McCall was there. You already know how much I trust him. For someone who just found out that his daughter was alive, he was too relaxed.”
“Is that why you dug into him and his company?”
“Yes. But that’s another discussion. Anyway, to get the truth out of Gwen, I had to get her alone, and the only way to do that was to get her a room. It was the most logical move since I could keep an eye on her as well. I already had an open reservation there, so I reserved a room close to mine and requested Sean guard it. It was the only way to make sure she didn’t leave and make sure Crosby didn’t try talking to her. What happened between Gwen and me meant nothing. It was only a way to get the truth out of her. Given our history, I knew she would submit to me and give me the information I needed.”
“So, you had sex with her so she would tell you the truth about where she was?” Tears pricked her eyes, and what I was about to confess would rip her in two.
“In a sense, yes. But you need to know, my cock never touched her. I stopped it before it went any further than a finger. It doesn’t make it any less wrong, but I’m telling you the truth: it meant nothing. At first, I felt like I owed it to her to help her. We had a history together, but after tonight, there is no help for her. She belongs to Salko.”
“What do you mean she belongs to Rui?” Reyna adjusted her position, and she lightly grasped my arm. It was the best feeling ever to have her touch me again, even if it was only curiosity that prompted her.
“It’s true. When I first questioned her about Salko, Gwen said that he saved her. She was held captive in some sort of shithole, and if it hadn’t been for him, she would have died. She also said that he was kind and never hurt her. She never came right out and said it, but I truly believe she loves him.”
“How could anyone love a monster like that?”
“You and I both know what kind of man he is. Maybe Salko saw something in Gwen that was different. She’s a submissive by nature. Maybe that’s what drew him to her.”
I could tell the wheels were spinning in Reyna’s head, and I hoped it was because she was ready to forgive me. “Do you think you could have that with me? I mean, what you had with Gwen.”
What could I say to her? Hell yeah, I wanted that more than anything, but it had to be her decision. Closing the space between us, I placed my hand on her cheek and said, “I’d love that. But it is up to you.” Why had I thrown that out there? Reyna was so innocent and had no idea what she was asking.
“I would at least like to try.”
“Does this mean you forgive me?” I asked, hoping she would.
“Yes.”
“I will never keep anything from you again. I want us to be truthful with each other from here on out. No more secrets.” Pulling out the engagement ring I had tucked away in my pocket, I took hold of her left hand and slid the ring on her finger. “I don’t ever want you to take this ring off again. That’s an order.”
Smiling, she gazed down at her hand before looking up at me with her beautiful brown eyes. “Yes, sir.”
I loved the way ‘sir’ rolled of her lips. But more than that, I loved the way she said my name. “Just call me Davian.”
~22~
Reyna
I wanted things between Davian and me to work. It took a lot for him to come clean about Gwen and what they had shared just days ago. Even though he admitted that technically he didn’t have sex with her, his fingers were inside her vagina. Maybe it was to get her to tell him the truth about where she was for the past five years, and maybe it was to find out if he still felt something for her. Whatever the reason, from here on out, I had to trust him.
Completely forgiven, Davian smiled a devious grin that I knew all too well. He hadn’t even touched me, and already my body was screaming, “Take me!” Focusing on his face, I was reminded of the age difference between us. Small creases lined the corner of his eyes, with a few frown lines across his forehead. A day's worth of stubble covered his chin and cheeks, and it was the sexiest thing ever. When his eyes met mine, the blue hue against the light golden specs pulled me in.
His finger touched the curve of my jaw before he traced my chin and stopped to rest it on my lower lip. Davian’s eyes were now the color of midnight, and his pupils dilated with desire. “Remove your clothes, princess.” His voice rumbled against my skin as he leaned in and trailed kisses along my neck.
Sliding my hands beneath the covers, I lifted my hips and slid my panties down my legs. Leaving them buried under the covers at the end of the bed, I grabbed the hem of my nightgown and began working the silky material up my body and over my head. Davian took hold of the comforter and pulled it away from my body. I felt exposed even though he had seen me naked so many times before. Placing his hands on my hips, he pulled me down the bed until my head rested on the fluffy pillow.
Adjusting his position so that his legs straddled my body, his forearms fenced either side of my head, showcasing his corded muscles, which flexed as he held his upper body above mine. He slowly leaned in, and his lips were on mine. Sucking my bottom lip like it was candy, he slipped inside my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine over and over as though he couldn’t get enough of how I tasted.
The thing was, I couldn’t get enough of how he tasted either. Opening myself to him, my small moan escaped into his mouth. My body became heated and all I wanted was to feel him deep inside me. “Please, Davian.” I moaned against his lips
“Tell me that you want me. Tell me that you want me to fuck you nice and slow.”
“Yes, yes. Fuck me nice and slow, Davian?” It felt odd using the word ‘fuck,’ but I would have said anything he wanted to feel him deep inside me.
Davian moved his legs between mine to push mine apart. Giving me a taste of what waited for me, he rocked his impressive erection against my heat as he reached between us to undo his belt and push his pants and boxers down his leg. Somehow, he managed to kick off his shoes, which allowed him to toe his pants completely off. His eyes burned into mine and before he could kiss me, I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him in. If that wasn’t a hint that I wanted him, maybe slipping my other hand between our bodies and wrapped my hand around his cock would be.
