Page 27 of Web of Lies
One of his hands rests on the back of my head; the other holds my ass, keeping me locked in place. I sit on top of him, completely still, with his cock buried deep inside me. The familiar ache of him inside me feels perfect and right, and I could stay like this forever. No movement. No talking. Just him filling me and claiming me. I bury my face in his neck and breathe him in. His warm skin and the faint scent of shower gel fill my nostrils.
"Tell me what you want," he murmurs, fingers sliding through my damp, tangled hair.
My heart slams against my ribs as his words echo in my mind, leaving me spinning with confusion and a terrifying need. I need to feel safe. That I’m okay. I need to feel like I belong to someone who won't let the world touch me. "Just for tonight, fuck me like you love me, like I'm yours. Only yours." My voice cracks with every word that falls from my lips.
Kyle goes still beneath me. My chest tightens, already bracing for the rejection and the bitter truth that this is just sex. That we aren't real. That love isn't part of the deal. That I’m broken.
But instead, his hand tightens in my hair, and he tugs, pulling my head back. My eyes meet his, and what I find knocks the airout of my lungs. It's not lust. It's not his usual amusement. It's something soft I can't name.
"Of course, my love," he says in a whisper before leaning in and brushing his lips against mine. The kiss is soft. Careful. And it erases more than any rough touch ever could. I cup his cheeks in my palms, my thumbs brushing over the rough stubble of his beard. Meanwhile, his hands slip from my hair and fall to my hips.
My pussy clenches around him, and I roll my hips in slow, lazy circles. His touch stays gentle, his thumbs drawing lazy circles through the fabric of my shirt as our mouths move together in that same careful rhythm. It’s not messy or eager tongues, just soft licks and nips.
I push myself up onto my knees and lift my hips, then sink back down onto him, picking up a slow rhythm. Yet each time I lower myself, our skin meets with a soft slap. His fingers dig into my flesh while my hands fly to his shoulders, sinking my nails into his muscles.
I break away from the kiss, but my lips linger on his as a series of quiet moans escape my lips. Our eyes stay locked as I ride him, his cock sliding in and out with ease. My mouth falls open as he lifts his hips off the couch and meets me halfway. Our movements become more urgent with each thrust that grinds against my sweet spot inside me. One of his hands slips from my hips between us until his fingers find my clit and start rolling it in slow circles.
"Kyle," I moan his name in a breathy, needy whisper as the pressure in my core builds with each thrust, threatening to spill over. "Kyle," I repeat over and over again like a desperate prayer.
"You know I love it when you say my name like that." His lips brush against mine as he speaks. "Show me I'm the only man you want," he says, like he's choosing every word to drive me wild. "Show me how much you want me, Riley. Because you…"He pauses, dragging his fingers up my spine. "Because you're the only woman I want." Tears prickle the corners of my eyes as my heart hammers in my chest and I claw at his shoulders for support.
Our movements grow sloppy, and when he buries himself deep inside me again and applies pressure to my clit, everything inside me snaps.
A loud, broken moan tears from my throat as I fall apart around his cock. My muscles contract around him in waves, and my thighs shake as I struggle to keep myself up. With a grunt, he follows, his hips bucking against mine as he comes inside me, and a familiar warmth spreads through my core.
My grip on his shoulders loosens, and I collapse against him, resting my forehead against his. My eyes flutter shut as our ragged breaths mingle in the small space between us. For what feels like an eternity, we sit in blissful silence, and I embrace the comfort and safety of Kyle's presence. His hands rest on my back, running his fingers up and down my spine.
This is where I feel safe.
Chapter 14
Kyle
I balance on my motorcycle, parked in the shadows of a dark alleyway. My feet rest on the footrests as I sway back and forth. It's been a while since I've felt this antsy. Sleep has become a stranger to me, and despite taking the emergency doses of my medication, my impulsivity has skyrocketed. Raising my cigarette to my lips, I inhale deeply, closing my eyes as the rush of nicotine hits my lungs and sends a soothing warmth through my system.
What a chaotic week. I've been tortured, shot, stabbed, and even poisoned. Anything under the sun has happened to me. But getting tasered? That was a first. All I wanted was to scare Riley, but that clearly didn't work out the way I hoped. I have been following her ever since I found the information about the Butcher at her apartment. And when the chance presented itself a week ago, I just wanted to spook her so she would stop investigating. But I got ashockingsurprise. She had that thing at a way too high voltage. If I had cardiac issues, I would probably be dead by now. I'm lucky I only passed out for a couple of minutes. When I finally woke up and got home, she was on mysofa, digging through the documents she had snatched from the place.
Trusting my gut and having a couple of automatic responses in place was definitely a smart move. Otherwise, who knows where she would have ended up?
I still can't believe that all of this happened the way it did. Fuck. Things got out of hand—I admit that—and I'm solely to blame for that. Something inside me snapped the moment I saw my beautiful Riley, looking sexier than ever, pointing a gun at me. The way she fought me, with that panic in her eyes and her feisty attitude. It was too much. My brain couldn’t separate the rush of the plan from the rush of the moment. And in that blur, I lost all control—the one thing I swore I’d never lose with a woman.
She fought back, and I’m glad she did. Although it took her a moment, she knows how to protect herself. Sure, she was clumsy with the gun, but the way she swung the Taser at me and didn't hesitate to use it was impressive. Despite her limited experience in the field, I have peace of mind knowing she can protect herself.
But, my God, the images keep replaying in my mind, replaying like a broken record: every angle, every jab, every little gasp. I should be horrified, but ambushing her was an adrenaline rush I hadn't felt before.
However, the excitement pulsing in my veins isn’t alone. It's being chased by the guilt twisting in my gut. I should feel relieved that she came to me, sought me out, and chose me to keep her safe. But all I can think about is that I might have broken something in her. The desperation in her usually sparkling green eyes when she begged me to fuck her like I loved her wasn't just lust. It was a plea. A cry for something, or rather someone, to hold on to.
Maybe that’s when it hit me. Not only have the lines of our arrangement blurred for me, but for her as well. Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked me to touch her like that. But if she really likes me back… then what the hell have I done?
The vibration of my phone grabs my attention, and I focus on the chat with my mom.
Mom:Do you need anything?
Me:No,I'm good. I just need a bit of rest.
I'm doing everything but resting, but I have to keep an eye on Riley before she gets into another messy situation. My gaze shifts to the office building across the street.
Mom:Are you sure?
