Cruel Lies (Lies 4)

“What?”

“A hunch, that’s why I told Maxwell where we were. That’s why I told him to come here. My gut told me he’s the key to bringing Corbin down.”

“You’re a foolish woman.”

She licks her lips. “And you’re a wicked man.”

I move in close to her until my mouth is hovering over hers, but I’ll deny us both kisses. This isn’t about pleasure. This is about getting answers for my brain and wetness for my cock.

I grab her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth and biting down hard.

She doesn’t wince. Her eyes bore into mine, enjoying the pain.

“Tell me why you made the horrible, fucking wrong decision to bring Maxwell here without talking to me first. Or I’m going to fuck you so hard my wife and the entire hotel will know you’re mine.”

“I don’t belong to anyone. I’m a loner. You can’t have a wife and have me.”

I grin. “Good, because soon I won’t have a wife. I’ll only have you.”

I tug on her bottom lip again until it’s swollen and red. “What was on that note?”

“Nothing.”

I grab her by the waist, spin her, and slam her back hard against the dresser. My hands snake down the sides of her body, and I watch delicious goosebumps pop up on her smooth skin.

“Why. Is. He. Here?”

“I told you?

??a hunch. Waylon’s brother sent the note, and I’ve always suspected Maxwell was pretending to be a little incompetent as a bodyguard. I sensed something deeper in Maxwell, something I don’t understand. So I lured him here, away from the kids. Now, we can get the information we need from him and then kill him.”

“Or we could just kill him.”

She shoves me hard in the chest, pushing me off her body.

I think she’s going to run away, but she surprises me. She sprints at me until I’m falling back on the bed. Her legs land on either side of my waist as she reaches for her gun and aims it at my heart.

“No, we can’t kill him—not yet. Not until he’s told us everything.”

She grinds her hips over mine, and my cock springs up against the zipper of my jeans, trying to get to her.

She wants to play—dirty and rough. She won’t back down and let me control her. She won’t let me use sex as a weapon. She’s willing to throw it right back at me.

“I won’t let you make me feel bad for wanting to fuck you. I’m not a nice woman, never have been. I’m thankful to Phoenix for raising my child. But if I fuck you, I won’t be the one cheating—you will be. If that’s how you want to repay the woman you owe everything to, then so be it. But I’m not going to let your threats get to me.”

My jaw ticks looking at the sexiest woman in the world straddling me with a gun in her hand like she’s completely in control. It’s adorable that she thinks that. My heart beats faster, though, because maybe she’s right. She’s more in control of this situation than I am.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Phoenix fucks who she wants, same as me. An open relationship is not cheating.”

“Oh, Phoenix is okay with you fucking me?”

“Yes.”

She shakes her head with a smug expression. “Now, who’s lying?”

I toss her off and roll onto her as I fling the gun out of her hand. She growls, and I pin her hands over her head, my hard body slamming into every part of her softness.

“Maxwell has to die,” I say.