Desperate Lies (Lies 2)

Siren whips me around, grabbing onto my tie. “No, you’re going to owe me.”

I won’t be able to hold off Mr. Lloyd forever, and I can’t fuck Siren. I can’t take things that far. Zeke would have my balls and my head. He probably will no matter what. But I sure as hell can make Liesel think that there is something between Siren and me. I can make her fucking insane; then, I might be able to get some answers tonight.

I slip my jacket off and toss it at Mr. Lloyd.

“I’m not your coat rack,” he growls, tossing my jacket to the floor.

“Let me have my way with her first. Then you can have a turn before we take her together.”

“I’d rather fuck your tight ass,” he smirks back.

“Fine,” I hiss. “Just give me ten minutes with her first.”

Mr. Lloyd grins. “I’m going to enjoy the show.”

Siren raises an eyebrow in surprise. I frown in return.

Really? You think I’d ever let him fuck me?

Siren laughs. “This is going to be fun.”

“Not when Zeke hangs me by my balls later.” I grab Siren’s curvy hips and yank her to me hard, taking her breath away.

“I enjoy a jealous Zeke. He fucks me so much harder when he’s angry.”

I grab her hair and yank her head back, exposing the skin on her long neck. “Can you not talk about you and Zeke fucking? I don’t really want to know that I’m turning you on.” I let my tongue lap down her neck, like a dog thirsting for water. Tasting Siren like this does nothing. She’s a beautiful woman, but I think of her as a sister. She’s my best friend. My soulmate. My partner in crime. She’s not my lover.

“Eww,” Siren says but the way she says it makes anyone looking on think I just made her come with my tongue on her neck alone.

Her hands go to my shirt, and she continues to unbutton it as her lips kiss my chest. “Are they watching?”

I can feel Liesel’s heated gaze. “Yes.”

I let my eyes cut to them, and I about fucking lose it.

Liesel’s dress has been ripped from her body. Zeke is using the remnants of her dress to tie her arms together, while the other guy slobbers on her neck.

“We need to up our game,” I tell Siren.

Her eyes cut to them. “He won’t hurt her.”

“He will if he thinks I’m fucking you.”

Siren yanks off my shirt and then goes to work on my belt. I face them as I shove Siren down on her knees in front of me. I won’t strip her of her clothes, but I sure as hell am going to let her go further than I ever thought I would.

This isn’t chicken between me and Siren. It’s chicken between me and Zeke.

I look at Liesel, who is cringing with each kiss, biting her lip in disgust.

“You want Zeke to hurt Liesel?” Siren asks when she has my pants undone. I know what she’s asking. How far do I want her to go? She’s willing. She’d do almost anything for me after everything I’ve done for her.

I want Zeke out of the games. I want a more fair match between Liesel and the other man. She has no chance as long as he’s holding her back and letting the other man do whatever he wants to her.

“Yes,” I blow out.

In that second, she has my cock out, and her lips are wrapping around it.

“Jesus,” I curse too loud.