Page 25 of All Your Lies
Much better than any taste of alcohol. It makes my head dizzy with delight.
I get lost in my first kiss.
I cling to him as he holds me afloat and keeps me from drifting away like a boat without an anchor on a stormy night.
We kiss for what seems like hours, but it is only a few brief minutes before he pulls away. His forehead rests against mine as we catch our breath and it gives me a flashback to a different time.
With Gage.
Guilt washes over me the instant my mind goes there. This isn’t fair to Marco, especially now that he’s trying and showing interest in me.
As I open my eyes, I’m met with his piercing gaze. He leans in and captures my lips once more before pulling me back to the party. I’m a little dazed, but so damn happy.
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Iwake with a start.
The curtain from my sliding glass door billows in the chilly early morning wind.
Did I leave it open last night? No, I don’t think I did.
As I scan my room, a shiver runs down my spine, and it has nothing to do with the air rushing into my room.
I’m not alone.
I shriek when I see something from the corner of my eye, but the shadow is on me in seconds.
A warm palm covers my mouth, making it impossible to make any noise. The sweet and spicy scent of cologne hits me in waves and reminds me of who it is and the first time we met.
“Shhh, Little Lamb. It’s only me.”
“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I say, muffled, as he still hasn’t removed his hand from my mouth.
This motherfucker is getting slapped with a restraining order for sure now.
He jumps on top of me, effectively caging me in with each strong thighs while squeezing my legs together and pinning me down with some of his weight. His other hand holds both of mine above my head, rendering me immobile while his face is mere inches from mine.
“I’m going to remove my hand. If you scream, I’ll resort to harsher methods. Methods I’ll enjoy greatly, but you probably won’t. It’s entirely up to you.”
“Fuck you,” I try to say from behind his palm as I buck my hips in an attempt to throw him off. I’m not going by anyone’s rules, especially some stalker who broke into my fucking house.
He tsks before moving around. I pause and squint my eyes as I try to decipher his movements.
Fuck, I think he’s pulling something out of his pocket, but it’s hard to tell with how dark it is.
I open my mouth wide, stretching it to its limit, and sink my teeth into his hand with a powerful bite.
He comes back down with his face centimeters from mine. “By all means, bite me harder. I love the pain,” he says before licking the side of my neck and giving it a bite so hard that I’m sure it will leave a mark.
My mouth opens from the shock of the pain on a gasp. He takes the opportunity of my guard being down and removes his hand before shoving something in my mouth and flipping me over onto my stomach like a rag doll. I hear a click at the back of my head and still.
Holy fucking shit.
There’s a gag in my mouth.
He grabs both of my wrists in iron grips and places them palm down by my head before anchoring himself above me. He then pushes my hands into the mattress while rubbing his very hard cock back and forth against my ass.
