Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

And just like that Enzo is back to ordering me around. He leaves before I go in search of the dress that will serve as my fake wedding dress. I open the closet door and see the most beautiful lace dress.

Can a monster really pick out something so beautiful? Can the devil protect an angel?

Not without clipping her wings.

8

Enzo

I prepare for Kai to yell at me for my plan. She’s not going to like the location of our fake wedding.

I stand at the base of the stairs in my tuxedo. I considered wearing something more casual, but I need this to look as convincing as possible.

Kai’s feet clink loudly on the stairs as she descends. And I try to keep my eyes down. I know my body will betray me when I look at her and show how desperately I want her. I can’t imagine her looking like anything except a beautiful angel in her dress. A dress I’ll want to rip from her flesh as I drive my cock inside her. And I need as much self-control as possible to keep my hands off her after getting the pleasure of feeling her silky hair in my hands.

But after two steps, I can’t help but look.

Gorgeous doesn’t do her justice. The lace dress clings to her body, giving her curves I didn’t realize she had. She’s curled her hair, and it hangs elegantly to just above her chest. She’s painted her face with a light layer of makeup that highlights more than overpowers her features. But her dress is anything but angelic. It’s sexy as fuck. There is a slit up to her thigh I didn’t realize existed when I picked the dress from Claire’s cart of clothes and the V at the top dips down to between her breasts. The dress is as fit for a red carpet as it is for a wedding, but it will do perfectly for the pictures.

I just have to persuade my cock to behave.

“How do I look?” she asks when she hits the last step.

I smirk. “You already know from the heat in my eyes.”

She smiles. “You don’t get to touch me,” she warns.

“I get to touch you plenty. We are supposed to act like we are married.”

Her cheeks flush.

I hold out my hand, and to my surprise she takes it. Maybe this will be less of a fight than I thought.

“Are we back on good terms? Or are you going to try to run again?”

“You cut my hair. I guess I owe you.”

I lead her to the back door. “Good, because it’s going to take all of your strength to repay me.”

I can see from her amused expression she thinks I’m asking for sex, until I nod in the direction I’m leading her where an arch of flowers hangs in front of the ocean.

“You’re kidding. I can’t go there.”

“Where else do you suggest our fake wedding take place?”

She sighs. “Fine, but I’m only giving you five minutes. And my face will be wrinkled with anxiety the whole time. I’m not exactly sure those will be the pictures that will convince the world we are married.”

I grin. “Trust me.” Because I already know this is more than just about getting some wedding pictures. This is about getting Kai one step closer to being free.

I lead her out of the house onto the back deck. She goes easily; the harder part will be when we reach the sand.

“Ready?” I ask.

Her eyes grow large. “Don’t let me go,” she whispers, gripping my hand tighter.

I don’t plan to. Ever.

In unison, we step down from the last step onto the corse sand. Kai isn’t wearing any shoes, and she wrinkles her nose as the warmth tickles the bottom of her foot.