Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

“Yes.”

My grin turns evil as I let my dick decide my actions instead of my brain.

I move like a force of wind blowing through the closet. The only thing saving her from my grasp is that I’m so used to not touching her—not having her.

Instead of touching her, the intimidation of my movements pushes her back against the wall, until I box her in with my hands.

I was expecting fear under her pretty eyelashes. Or at least shock.

Instead, she bites her plump lip. Stealing all of my control with one suck.

Fuck.

Her large eyes stare up at me as if waiting to see what I’ll do next.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispers.

“You should be.”

“I’m not. I may hate you, but I’m not scared.”

Hate.

What does she know about hating me? Because I sold her? That’s why she hates me. But I’m keeping her here for her safety. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

I could change the hate-filled lust I see in her eyes with one truth. One truth would change her whole perspective on me.

Her hatred for me would vanish with one sentence.

But do I want her hatred gone?

No, it’s better if she hates me.

I lean in close, so close the stubble on my face lightly prickles against her cheek. “You’re not scared. And you might hate me, but your hatred doesn’t prevent you from wanting me. I gave you the best orgasm of your life, and now you want more. Your eyelids are getting heavy at the thought of my cock filling you.”

“You will never fuck me,” she spits back.

“Not without your permission, no. I’m the devil, but that doesn’t make me like him,” I say, referencing Jarod.

She sucks in a breath.

“You won’t fuck me,” she says again, to assure herself and me.

I lick my lips and growl low and breathy against her ear, careful not to touch her with any part of me but my breath.

“We’ll see,” I say as my eyes travel down to her pointed nipples.

Her cheeks pink, but she doesn’t hide her breasts from me. She’s not embarrassed by her body. And this image of her will sit in my head, stealing my thoughts, the rest of the day.

Damn her.

I won’t be able to focus the rest of the day.

She stares down at my cock pressing against my pants.

“We will see,” she grins.

I huff.