Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

“I don’t.”

“We can be enemies during the day and lovers at night.”

“No.”

“It would help keep us from being distracted during the game.”

“I don’t see how.”

“Because we still have the same chemistry as before. As much as you tried to put a stop to that by your stunt, it didn’t change anything. You want me. I want you. We both know this can’t go anywhere. We both hate each other anyway. This would never be anything but sex. And when one of us becomes Black, it ends. We go our separate ways.”

“You’ll release me.”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“So do we have an arrangement?”

“About the you letting me go part? Yes.”

I shake my head and move closer until I all but touch her with my entire body.

She stills, trying to adjust to me being in her space and knowing I could, and will, touch her. She has to decide how far this will go.

“And the fucking?” I ask.

Kai breathes heavily, her eyes going down to stare at the bulge in my jeans. She closes her eyes as if that will help her change her feelings.

She fucking wants me.

She can’t deny it.

I can see the way her perky breasts harden with a look from me.

“Go fuck one of your whores at the club,” she says, with devastatingly sad and determined eyes.

She’s trying to taunt me into hurting her so she won’t want to fuck me. Not going to happen, sweetie.

“Not when I could have the sexiest, most fucking gorgeous woman with the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt; and hear the most beautiful voice screaming my name as I torture her with my cock.”

She gasps and then bites her lip to silence her mouth in the adorable way she always does right before I get my way with her.

“You can hate me, and still fuck me,” I say.

“I will definitely hate you.”

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a—you better fuck me like I’m the only woman you ever want, but I’m going to fuck you like each thrust is a dagger into your heart.”

She said yes. I don’t care how badly she hates me. The hate only makes everything better. Because there is no better way I can think of to spend the rest of the day.

I grab her curvy hips and jerk her body to me. Her soft body slams to my stone core. And my lips hover over hers, but I don’s kiss her yet. She may not hate when I touch her like everyone else, but I’ve learned if she’s begging for my touch, it’s better than if I take it.

Her cool breath sends shivers down my spine. She doesn’t close the gap though, almost enjoying the anticipation as much as I am.

My eyes heat into burning fires of need.