Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

Kai

Enzo wants to protect me.

But it’s as much about control as it is protection.

And I’m tired of being a prisoner.

Enzo stops the car outside of his home. His home, a place that will never be mine. This house will never be anything but my cage. And only I can set myself free.

I throw the car door open and run.

I know it’s useless—that Enzo, my captor, will chase. But it feels good to run, to fight, instead, of letting my body fall for the handsome man who offers protection.

That protection can feel good, comforting, safe. But then it also traps me as Enzo can just as easily turn into an insufferable ass who thinks he’s God and can control my every movement.

Enzo catches me faster than I expected. We fall to the ground in a lump of arms and legs. I fight. My fists flying into his chest and he lets me.

Pound.

Pound.

Pound.

My fists make contact over and over as I sob into his shoulder.

This is the most contact I’ve had with him—this exercise in getting out all of my grief.

At first, I continue to take out my pain on him. My frustration and hurt for what he did to cause my current situation overtakes me, allowing me to let it out with my fists in a way I haven’t been able to until now. Because now that I can touch him, I’m free of him.

Enzo rolls to his back, and I continue my assault on him. Moving from his chest to his face as I take out my furry. He does nothing but holds my hips as I rest on his.

I punch him until I have nothing left.

And then I collapse on his chest.

I exhale everything inside me, hating him with every breath in my body. Until I hear the thump of his heart, it speeds so fast like he’s been running for his life instead of just suffering at the fate of my fists.

Fists that are too weak even to draw blood. He might have a couple of bruises in the morning, but that is the worst that will happen to him. A man like Enzo has faced fists much worse than mine. My assault hardly fazed him, more of a nuisance than real discomfort.

I lift my head, studying him.

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” I ask.

His shifts beneath me, and I feel his hard length between my legs.

“Because you are in my arms.”

I gasp.

I’ve known I turned him on, but I’ve never felt him. Never felt his desire so plainly displayed for me.

I thought my reaction to realizing the depths of his lust would be fear. I thought I’d run in terror. Instead, I want to feel more.

I rock, ever so slightly, feeling his erection beneath my body.

“Careful, Kai,” Enzo’s voice warns as he grits his teeth together as if in pain.

I still. My eyes wide and unyielding.