Taken by Lies (Truth or Lies 1)

He raises an eyebrow at my explosion. “The last time I stayed with you, you slept for three days straight. How much sleep have you gotten since I was gone?”

I don’t answer him.

“That’s what I thought.”

I watch in horror as he pulls the pillows and blankets from the bed and starts making himself a cot on the floor next to my spot.

“You really don’t need to be here,” I say.

“I do. I need you healed.”

“So you can fuck me?”

“No,” his eyes sear.

“So you can sell me?”

He groans. “I’m not going through this with you again.” He fluffs his pillow and then lies down on the pile of covers and blankets. But doesn’t cover himself. His perfect round ass sticks straight up in the air.

“I’ll have a new door and locks installed for you in the morning.”

“You’re not mad I had them installed?”

“No.”

“Why?”

He shrugs. “This is your room now; you can do whatever you want with it.”

“Because I’m never leaving this room?”

He doesn’t answer, which means his answer is yes.

I sigh and decide not to continue our circle of usual conversation any longer.

“Sleep, Kai.”

I curl up on the floor watching him as he closes his eyes. He looks so peaceful lying on top of the covers like that. I don’t ask why he doesn’t cover up. I know how hot he runs. He doesn’t need covers to be warm.

I’m the one who needs covers, but I can’t tolerate them.

I need to be warmed.

Enzo could warm you. But I won’t ever ask or risk the burn I felt before.

I’m alone.

Always alone.

I close my eyes and try to sleep, but I already know what I’ll dream about, and in some way it will be a worse nightmare. One of the only things that kept me sane all those years was Enzo. I’d dream of him, his kiss, his body. I’d imagine his cock as I rode him. I’d imagine the look he would give me, the want. I would fantasize about him saving me, fucking me when the other men were touching me.

Enzo saved me more than once in these last few years, and now that I’ve seen his real cock, I’ve seen the glaze of his eyes as he imagines fucking me, I won’t be able to stop fantasizing about him. Even though I can never have him. Even though he’s the worst kind of man, he still saved me numerous times in my dreams—once for real. As much as he’s a monster, he will always be my savior.

I can pretend I can never forgive him for selling me, but he did it to save my life. To give me a chance to stay alive. He was hiding me from someone more dangerous than him. And someday soon, I will get my answers.

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Enzo