Taken by Lies (Truth or Lies 1)

“Yes, Kai. I’ve been kissed. I’m not wide-eyed and bushy-tailed like you.” He pauses. “And before you ask, yes I’ve had women kneel in front of me, pleading with me for the pleasure to suck my cock.”

My eyes drop to his dark jeans, and I swear I saw his cock grow against the zipper.

No, it must be my imagination. He can’t be turned on.

Enzo faces me now and takes my hand in his. I watch in horror and excitement as he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my palm tenderly. It should be innocent enough, but I feel a warm tingle cascade through my body.

“Do you have any other questions, Kai?”

I close my eyes, trying to still my racing heart. “Why did you bring me here?” My words are a whisper, but I know he hears me, despite my eyes being closed.

I feel his hand at my neck, and I gasp, opening my eyes. His body is so close to mine I can feel the electricity in his body. He’s so warm; he burns me when he grazes my skin. But other than his hand at my neck, he doesn’t stroke me, just thumbs my neck, melting a layer of skin from my hard shell. He’s so full of restraint.

I lick my lip, because I can’t stand not to feel something pressed against my lips.

“Kai,” he says, his voice threatening, but I don’t understand why.

“Enzo,” I say his name like a curse.

His eyes tell me what he’s going to do before he does it—giving me one second to stop him.

I don’t stop him.

His lips crash with mine.

I always thought my first kiss would be sweet, gentle. I thought it would be the first step on the way to falling in love. I thought it might be clumsy or awkward, but the second kiss would more than make up for it.

That’s not what this is.

This kiss in an explosion, setting off a desire neither of us is allowed to feel.

A second after our lips crash, his tongue sweeps into my mouth. My arms wrap around his neck like I’ve done it a thousand times, while his hands grip my waist, almost suffocating me with their grip.

My tongue fights with his. Both of us needing control over the kiss. He demanded my first kiss from me, and I gave it willingly. But now, we need more.

I purr into his mouth as his tongue massages mine and his body presses into me, smoldering me in the process. And I’m cursing the fabric between us, wishing we were in swimsuits or better yet, nothing at all.

We could fuck.

Here. Now.

Enzo might not be who I dreamed of being my first. But he’s better than the alternative. He’s better then selling my first time or having it taken from me, which is what will happen if I stay at the trailer park.

He might not cuddle with me in bed afterward or even talk to me about what happened. He wouldn’t be gentle or concerned with making sure I was adequately prepared before he would take my virginity. But he would take it, and I would give it as willingly as I gave this kiss.

I shouldn’t be thinking about sex. I’m too young, not even seventeen yet, but in my world, I don’t have the luxury of waiting, of remaining innocent.

He bites my lip.

I feel the tingle of the blood in my mouth.

What do you want with me, Enzo?

It should piss me off, but it only turns me on more.

Dammit! What am I doing?

This is precisely what he wants, me thrown off guard. Me, letting down my guard so he can attack. It’s the reason he brought me here. To get something from me.