Page 55 of Wicked Truths

Fuck, I don’t even know what to do with myself.

I’m just getting to a place where my sister and I can stand each other. Ever since I found out my adopted parents purposely kept shit from me, I haven’t talked to them since. They could have told me everything when I askedrepeatedly.

They chose not to, so I chose to cut them off completely.

Lyric is basically the only family I’ve got, and come to find out, the asshole who assaulted her when she was a teenager is my biological father.

What the fuck.

If it’s possible to believe anything that comes from Angel Rae and Johnny.

Jesus fucking Christ.

My head shakes involuntarily as my hands fist at my sides.

Oakley pushes me down on the couch and climbs into my lap. She nuzzles her face to mine, getting very close to my ear.

“Please don’t shut me out. I care about you too much. I think it would break me.” Her voice is so small it makes me ache to slam my fist into Hawk or Sullivan’s face. They’ve played around enough with her emotions.

My urge to lash out is strong, but as Oakley pulls my mouth to hers, I ignore it to the best of my ability.

I’m not a teenager anymore. In fact, I’m closer to thirty than I am twenty-five. But fuck does the ache pounding in my chest make it hard not to do something stupid.

Oakley starts releasing soothing pheromones.

It does my head in.

My hand slides up the back of her short, flirty little skirt.

“I’m on edge, princess,” I growl, palming the back of her head with my free hand. “We’ve got an audience, so unless you’re about to let me take some of my frustration out on your tight little body, I wouldn’t start something you can’t finish.”

“They know where the door is located.” Oakley runs her nails over my T-shirt. “They can see themselves out if they’re uncomfortable.”

Liam smirks, tossing himself down on one of the chairs in front of the mirrors. He swivels until he’s facing us.

“They do know how to put on an excellent performance.” His accent makes his words roll together. “Oh look, there’s a free chair.” He kicks the bottom of the stool next to him and nods at Sullivan.

Oakley isn’t concerned with them. She’s working on my jeans with an adorable look of concentration on her pretty face.

She smiles wide when she gets my zipper down. “Are you finally going to let me show you what I can do with my naughty tongue?”

“Fuck yes,” I growl as she wraps her hand around my cock.

Her wide blue eyes blink up at me, and it makes me want to fuck her entire world up. She’s so innocent and dirty all at the same time.

She’s probably too good for me, but I don’t give a fuck.

I’m holding on tight with both hands.

I’ve never had someone want me the way she wants me. Her lips brush against mine in a light tease of a kiss before she’s biting my lower lip and pulling.

They say omegas are intuitive to the moods and emotions of those around them.

It’s kind of wild that she’s picking up on my need for pain.

I don’t care if I get to inflict it or if it’s done to me, but I need it right now more than I’d like to admit.

“So other than the few times I’ve barely gotten a lick before you’ve pulled me off.” Oakley says it loud enough for Sulli and Liam to hear every word as she kisses down my neck. “I’ve never done this, so you know, feel free to give me some direction if I suck.”

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