Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

It’s like she took the perfect woman and did the opposite but somehow came out looking even hotter because she’s so different.

I finally catch the look on her face, and it ends me.

She’s biting her damn lip and tucks a loose curl behind her ear. Her eyes cut side to side as if danger is all around her. I can feel her heart racing from here.

Her eyes are bulging, allowing the blue from them to pop even more.

She’s terrified to be on this yacht, but she’s doing it anyway. And that makes her even sexier.

Every man is staring at her, much in the same way they did Liesel when we first arrived. But this is different. She came alone, so the sharks will start circling faster. And her big doe-eyes showing her innocence make men respond in a way they never will to a woman like Liesel.

Men know Liesel is experienced. She’ll be fire in bed.

Men know Kai has never been touched. And they want to teach her everything.

They don’t know I’ve already had her. She’s as strong as ice but way more inviting. She’d be the best they ever had.

Kai finally spots me. And her timid gaze turns to frigid in a second when she sees Liesel all over me.

I wince. She’ll make me pay for that later, I’m sure. Or worse, she will never let me touch her again for bringing a beautiful woman here to do exactly what she’s planning on doing—seducing Milo.

She doesn’t hold my gaze long. Because she’s locked in on her target—Milo.

And he’s already smitten.

Fuck.

My only hope now is that Milo thinks stealing a woman from a powerful man like me is more entertaining than the angel that looks like she was born from the sea. Because if not, I’m fucked. If Kai gets so much as a moment alone with him, she will steal his ring with ease. And I’ll be down one to nothing.

23

Kai

I see red when I see Enzo with that woman.

Of course, he would bring the hottest fucking woman to this party. And of course, she would be all over him. I would be all over him if I could.

She’s not his prisoner.

She has nothing to lose by being with him.

While every time I let him fuck me, I lose more of myself—especially my pride.

I was terrified when I had the Uber drop me off in front of the yacht. For one, I didn’t think I would be let aboard. But the security guard didn’t even ask for my name to check against his list. He took one look at me and practically escorted me personally aboard. He let me know Mr. Wallace would love to see me in the VIP room as soon as we set sail.

And then I stepped onto the yacht, and everything came back.

The rocking of the boat.

The beatings, whippings, blood.

The pain, agony, and fear.

The women’s screaming.

All of it.

I might have pushed it away when Enzo fucked me, but it all came pouring back in at the first opportunity.