Desperate Lies (Lies 2)

My mind races, thinking about what I can do to scare Liesel.

I remove my jacket and then roll my sleeves up.

“Lang—” Phoenix starts, but I throw my hand over her mouth, silencing her.

She takes the hint and doesn’t speak when I remove my hand.

Liesel and Waylon, on the other hand, are a non-stop moan-fest. All I hear is moaning and groaning coming from their direction.

I try to shut them out, but that’s impossible. My fists clench, and my body fills with adrenaline and rage. I actually think it’s going to be easier than I thought to get Liesel to fear me.

I growl. It’s loud, demanding the attention of everyone in the room as I grab the ropes at Phoenix’s ankles and rip them hard. The ropes break free from the posts at the end of the bed.

Phoenix gasps, but she’s used to my loud, controlling behavior. I can be as rough as I want, and it won’t bother her. She’ll welcome it.

Phoenix is wearing black leggings and a long-sleeved black shirt. She has a black mask over her eyes. Strangely, the mask only adds to Phoenix’s outfit—like she should always be wearing a mask.

Even though I’ve fucked Phoenix plenty of times, it feels strange, almost immoral to do it now.

She chose you. She came to you. She wants you.

I glance over at Liesel on top of Waylon. She hasn’t removed any of her clothes, but I know his cock is about to slide between her legs.

Focus on Phoenix, on fucking her.

But what if she isn’t the one I crave anymore?

I grab Phoenix’s legs with all my rage and flip her over until the rope at her arms twists, tightening the bindings.

She gasps at the sudden movement, at her body twisting in an uncomfortable way. But that’s what this is about—fucking her so forcefully and so painfully that Liesel is terrified of me.

I climb onto the bed and rip her leggings back until her ass is showing. I slap her ass red.

She grunts, but when I reach between her legs, I feel how wet she is.

She likes it.

She would be the perfect match for me, unlike Liesel, who would be horrified if I touched her like this—untamed and wild.

I unzip my pants, pull myself out, and roughly enter her from behind. My hand reaches out to grab her face and shove my fingers into her mouth, pulling on her cheek. Her saliva drips down her chin as I pound into her.

Don’t look at Liesel.

Focus on fucking Phoenix. Focus on making it blissful for Phoenix; that’s the best way to frighten Liesel. If she sees Phoenix loving how rough I am, Liesel will be mortified.

I have no doubt what the next challenge is—fucking Liesel. I’m not sure I can handle it. Not after she just fucked Waylon. Not after I just fucked Phoenix. Not like this.

I want to win.

I want to protect Liesel.

How do I do that?

The bed creaks and breaks beneath us; that’s how hard I’ve been fucking Phoenix. In such a trance that I didn’t notice her sobs, her tears, her pain.

Phoenix likes the pain, though. I didn’t break her.

One glance over at the single tear floating in Liesel’s eye tells me I broke her.