Page 54 of Cunning Lies
He licks his smooth lips. “Look at me when I beat your pussy.”
I whimper. It’s so dirty to know that he wants me towatchas he defiles me. I open both eyes and grit my teeth. The leather immediately smacks my slit, the impact rolling through my body in a blinding pain, and I cry. Instantly, he yanks me to the couch and pulls me into his lap, positioning my entrance over his cock. But any time I try to bring my hips down, he digs his nails deeper into my skin.
He won’t let me fuck him.
“Please,” I whisper, pleading with my eyes.
“Make me a promise,” he says. “Never fuck another man again.”
I blink at him. Those words hang between us like a bomb ready to go off. Droplets of sweat trail down his tattooed neck. His body heat is overwhelming, consuming me, and we’re barely even touching. He’s physically close, but his mind is far away, and the anger in his eyes tells me that he means every word.
“Promise me you’ll never fuck another man again,” he repeats. “In this life. In the next. I want you all to myself.” His teeth grind. A breath catches in my throat and he curls his fingers deeper into my flesh. “I don’t care if we divorce. If you run away. If you take on a new identityjustto escape me. Promise me you will never fuck another man.”
“What are you talking about?” I whisper.
Flames flicker in his eyes and he impales me with his cock. His thick length spreads my pussy lips, his curve scratching that itch buzzing inside of me, edging me closer to that abyss all over again. I cry out and his jaw ticks. I’m so close. I’ve never had multiple orgasms before, but Kenzomakesme do it.Forceseach tendril of pleasure out of me like he owns it. And I hate how much I love it, but I do. I swear I do.
“Goddamn it,” he murmurs, his cock digging inside of me. “If anyone touches you again—if anyone hurts you, I—” he stops. His nostrils flare; he’s barely keeping balance. “If I find out that someone touched you? That they gotthisclose to potentially hurting you? I won’t stop when I kill them. I don’t knowwhenI’ll stop.” His fingers flex, pain shooting to my ribs. “I’m always in control. Always aware of my actions. But with you? It’s like I’ve lost that purpose, and youdon’twant that to happen with someone like me, Vi. I’m a bad, bad fucking man.”
Before this, he told me that if I ran, he wouldn’t follow me, butthisis different. This changes everything. This is about my lifebeyondhim, and he won’t give anyone else a chance.
“The longer you stay, the harder it is for me to think. And I swear to god, if another man touches you and I’m not there to stop it, I won’t eat. I won’t sleep. I won’t stop until I have his head on a spike. And if I have to, I will strangle your uncle until he tells me the name of every man who has ever laid a hand on you, and I will gut them all like fish, just to make sure that you’re safe.”
My jaw hangs open and he licks my lips, then puts a hand around my throat. I don’t want to gush all over him again but god, it feels so good and I can’t help it with a cock molded like that. He shoves me down until I’m splitting apart, then he rubs my clit with his thumb, his other hand wrapped around my throat. He squeezes just enough to make my breathing hitch. Pain throbs in my ears.
“You can’t—” I stammer, “You can’t just kill everyone. It’s—”
Both of his hands brace my neck and my clit rubs against his groin, the hair above his dick teasing me closer to that dark oblivion.
“Kenzo—”
“Promise me!” he demands. “If you don’t, I will go find your uncle right fucking now!”
He fucks me, each thrust ruthless and unforgiving, and his grip is so tight around my neck that I can’t breathe. Explosions flash before my eyes, heat boiling in my toes and neck, and I’m so close, my heart already knows what I’m going to do.
Everything in my life is about helping my family get to our dream house, our slice of paradise. But this is different. It’s like Kenzo isdemandingmy safety, and if I can’t use my body when Uncle Jay and Patrick have another ‘friend’ who wants to meet me after one too many drinks, then maybe that means that I won’t have any choicebutto settle down. To truly be Kenzo’s, even if he’s not around. Maybe we’ll retire like Uncle Jay keeps promising. We’re so close—what does it matter if I seal my fate now?
Possession like this is crazy, but deep inside, it makes me feel safe. Kenzo won’t let anyone hurt me ever again.
I try to speak, but Kenzo’s hands stop me from making any sounds. I can barely mouth the words:I promise.
He lets go of my neck and his dick slams into me. I gasp, letting that delicious air fill my lungs, my head light and airy. Kenzo’s gaze burns straight inside of my soul.
“Again,” he growls.
“I promise,” I cry.
“Again!”
“I promise, Kenzo! I promise you’re the only person who will touch me for the rest of my life!”
The orgasm takes hold of him, ripping through his body. He pounds into me, making every inch hurt as he howls like a madman, and his curved dick rides against me. He doesn’t stop; he’s already come inside of me but he fucks me like he needs me to endure every ounce of pain he has to give, to make sure I never forget it. Stars float in my vision as his come fills me, his grip around my neck constricts, and that oblivion takes over my body, forcing me into the pleasurable abyss. I convulse on top of him until finally, we stop. My skin tingles; everything is on edge.
Even though we aren’t screwing anymore, Kenzo’s eyes are still completely focused on me, finally back to that relaxed state, like another classic rock song is on the tip of his tongue. These two sides of him are always so close to each other: uncontrolled rage and an easygoing confidence. It’s impossible to tell when he’s going to switch from one side to the other.
As I catch my breath, I lose myself in his brown eyes. I think of all the stupid things I’ve done. The mistakes I’ve made. The promises I’ve broken.
But promising my loyalty to a yakuza gangster may be the biggest mistake of my life.
