Cruel Lies (Lies 4)

I should just give in and fuck him. Everyone already thinks I’m a bitch who steals other people’s men. Phoenix certainly does. I might as well live up to my reputation.

I have a wicked soul that’s been hardened by years of pain. I’ll do enough horrible things with what remains of my life. I don’t have to hurt Phoenix. Not like this.

“I’m not telling you anything, and you aren’t fucking me either.”

His tongue flicks over my earlobe, causing my lips to part and moan.

“You can pretend you have control over your body all you want, but it’s not the truth. The truth is you and I were made for each other. We’ve resisted for years because we knew that if we ever gave in, we would never stop. Now that we’ve had each other, there is no stopping the inevitable. You can’t stop us from happening. Phoenix can’t. None of our enemies can. We are meant to be together, huntress.”

“We hate each other, killer. That will never change. Being together hurts too many people.”

He kisses down my neck to my clavicle. “I didn’t mention anything about love. All I said was we belong together. We belong hating each other. Fighting together. Fucking together. Our lives became more intertwined than either of us ever expected. The second I tore your father’s letter out of your hand all those years ago, you and I became an ‘us.’”

My eyes are trained on the ceiling as my mouth parts. I breathe heavily through my mouth as his hand pushes up my shirt, his fingers walking up my stomach.

He’s right—love may not be in the cards for us, but everything else is fair game.

I’m a horrible, sinful bitch.

“Talk to me, huntress, and this stops.” He kisses the corner of my mouth as his hand continues to climb higher on my body until he’s cupping my breast.

I suck in a breath as his thumb brushes over my nipple. My eyes dart to Phoenix.

Please, god, let her be blasting her music and not look back here.

“I can’t.”

He grins against my lips. “Can’t or don’t want to?”

I gasp, and then his mouth is on mine. I try to close my mouth, but I’m not fast enough. His tongue is in my mouth; his lips hungrily eat mine. My mind is mush as he devours me.

Can’t.

Don’t want.

Definitely want.

My hand grabs his neck as I deepen the kiss. I denied wanting Langston for so long that every time I kiss him, I think it’s a dream. It can’t be real. None of this is real.

But then his tongue dances across mine, he lets a throaty growl out, his hand pinches my nipple, and I realize just how real it is. As real as all of the horrible things I’ve ever experienced.

Langston’s hands start moving lower off my breast and down my stomach as he continues to attack my mouth, using his tongue as a weapon.

“Talk to me, huntress, or I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you scream so loud that Phoenix will hate you forever.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He grins. “Let’s see how quiet you can be when I give you an orgasm that shatters every nerve ending in your body.”

I gulp.

My eyes drift to Phoenix. Maybe it’s for the best that she hates me? We don’t need to get along. We both just have to play our roles in protecting our children.

No!

Get ahold of yourself. You’re better than this.

His hands keep traveling south, and I only have moments to decide. I don’t have much strength in telling Langston no, but I’ll have none left once his hands reach my pants.