Page 24 of Vicious Liar

“That’s not what you were saying about me last night when you wanted to cuddle and confess our feelings all night.” I watch as the muscle tenses in his jawline and trail my fingers along it. He quickly reaches up, snatching my wrist in his grip.

“And you were too scared to do that and actually feel something real for five minutes.” He pulls me against him and steps me back against the wall. “So, I’ll make you hate me until you’re ready to love me again.”

“That’ll never happen. But I do enjoy hating you.” I move my lips next to his ear because I don’t want to see that stupid remorse on his face. “But you have been slacking in that area too. So, fuck me before I change my mind.”

He drops the bottle to the floor as his hands grip my thighs, lifting me up. I hook my legs around him, and when he presses against me and I feel his hard cock, I know there’s no way I’m not enjoying a good hate fuck tonight. I really need to find a new fuckboy, but Cade has made it hard, because no one can measure up to his performance or his dick.

A few whistles and hoots of encouragement remind me—and apparently Cade—of our audience, because he starts walking down the hallway without removing me from him, his mouth only leaving mine to drop to my neck.

I flinch a little too hard when his mouth roughly kisses a certain spot I hadn’t realized was even sore. When he stops suddenly and leans back to look at me, I know what he’s going to say. And he doesn’t let me down. For once. “You’re going to tell me who hurt you before anything else happens tonight.”

I’m so fucking tired. I don’t even want to fight at this point. Not about this. My back hits the door as I shove away from him, my feet finally touching the floor. “Then I guess this is over. So go on.”

He doesn’t move. I see the wheels turning. And he has to know by now that there’s no contest as to who can be more stubborn. Even if I am questioning if I can hold out… because I want him to fuck me. But there’s one thing I know, he’ll always give me exactly what I want.

And I call his bluff. “Guess I’m going back to the party.”

I know I’ll give in. But now he’ll have to work a little harder to get me. And if I’m honest with myself for a few seconds, the feeling of him wanting me, chasing me, is almost as good as when I let him catch me.

18

CADE

How can she be this absolutely maddening? All I want to know is who put their goddamn hands on her. I have a few guesses. Though it could be anyone. No doubt they didn’t walk away unscathed. She can handle herself. But I want to know who and why. And it doesn’t look like that’ll be happening anytime soon.

I follow behind her down the corridor until she disappears into Topher’s room. Here we freaking go. I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut and fucked her. But it’s a little too late for that. She’s already replaced the drink in her hand by the time I spot her poised on Topher’s lap, her devious sneer pointed at me. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Even though I know Topher wouldn’t go there—according to him, at least—I can’t help but want to pry her off his lap and haul her ass out the room. But that’s what she wants. And for once, I’m not going to give Morgan King want she wants.

I feel her watching my every move as I snatch a beer off the table and sit on the edge of the bed, opposite the couch. When I twist the cap off and drink down half the contents, I know it’s not the best decision, but I also know it won’t be the worst one I make tonight. That much is clear from the spitfire who still has me on her radar.

Topher seems to finally realize I’ve joined the party. “Crawford.” He looks a little unnerved, his hands on her hips as he goes to move her off and shove over. “Come sit here.”

She doesn’t let him, her hands grabbing him as she keeps her eyes on me, her head turned slightly to tell Topher, “He’s fine where he’s at. He’s got a good view.” She leans back, her hand moving up her inner thigh.

“Morgan.” Topher shakes his head. He knows as well as I do she’s on a tirade, and none of us are safe. But he doesn’t want to participate. “I’m not helping with this shit.” He shifts her to the side, sliding her to sit on the couch as he moves out from under her. “I got a date down the hall anyways since all you bastards insist on being in my room.”

“You invited us,” Becks yells from beside Morgan. “Something is off with him.”

Something is off with all of these fuckers. And it’s about to get worse because Becks turns his conversation to Morgan. Now he’s on her list, and she wastes no time going after her target. Climbing onto his lap, her back to his chest, she leans back and asks him, “You don’t mind, right?”

His excitement makes me want to rip his head off as he says, “Not at all. I can help.” When his hands move to her sides, that’s it.

I don’t think she’d let him fuck her, but I’m not going to let him even touch her. She doesn’t want him to. She just wants to keep mindfucking me any way she can. Before she can get her hand fully under her dress, I grab her arm and pull her off him. She’s already cursing me as I bend down, put my shoulder to her stomach, and lift her up.

“Put me down, dumbass.” Her hands beat against my back as I walk towards the door, every set of eyes in the room on us. Exactly how she likes it. Center of attention. Focus of the room. Leader of the goddamn crazy circus.

We’re in the hallway when I almost lose my grip on her. I smack her ass that is clearly hanging out of her dress and say, “Shut that mouth before I fuck it.”

She quits fighting long enough to laugh. “Keep dreaming, motherfucker.”

When I get to my room, I know there’s no way I’ll be able to control the wild heathen and open the door at the same time. I drop her to her feet in front of me and pin her against the door. “There’s no dreaming involved because you’re a fucking nightmare, Morgan.”

She’s amused as hell as she looks up with her fuck-me eyes. “Then why are you inviting me in?”

“Stupidity.” I grab the key card out my pocket and quickly swipe it in the door. As soon as it’s unlocked, I push it open then guide her back into the room and slam the door closed behind me. She doesn’t stop, keeps walking across the room until she’s at the balcony door.

Fuck. Here she goes again. And I’m the idiot who’s gonna go for it as I follow her through the slider. She has her back to me, hands on the railing as she looks out over the street, her ass perched back. I want nothing more than to stick my dick in her. But I don’t make a move towards her, and instead, move to the chair to sit down. “Nice view.”

She stays turned away from me. “You drag me to your room just to sit on the balcony and enjoy the view?”

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