Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

“God, the second you walked on this yacht I got jealous as hell. I didn’t want any man looking at you, let alone touching you.”

“No one touched me.”

His eyes rage. “Milo touched you.”

I smile. “He only touched my hand.”

He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. “This is my hand.”

“Oh really?” I smirk.

He runs his hands over the front of my dress, stopping on my breasts. “These are mine.”

He kisses my shoulder. “This skin is mine.”

His hand trails down the side to my waist and ass. He begins pulling up my dress until he can feel my ass. “This ass is mine.”

I hear a zipper and assume he’s pulling his large cock out. I’m not scared about it fitting. Not this time. I’m soaked thinking about him. And I’m as desperate for him as he is for me.

He pushes my panties aside, and then I feel him pushing at my entrance.

“Mine,” he says as he plunges into me.

I cry out, but not in pain. There is some agony, but mostly it’s a territorial and primal need to claim him as much as he’s claiming me.

“Fuck,” I moan as he sinks in deeper, while his hand reaches around to find my clit.

I feel myself climbing high, and we’ve only barely gotten started.

I’m panting, wet, and needy and his cock is barely inside me.

“More.”

“Baby, you’re not ready.”

“More, Enzo.” I meet his eyes in the mirror, and I know he’s losing control. He can’t hold back any longer.

I bite my lip, daring him with his eyes. He finally gives me what I want. All of him.

“Mine,” I cry out, taking all of him.

Our eyes meet again. “You’re all mine,” I say, again, making it clear if I’m his, then he’s mine. He doesn’t get to go to that slut tonight after our mission is over.

“I’m fucking yours,” he says.

I smile.

And then he fucks me like he’s lost all control.

Driving in and out of me with a frenzy I haven’t seen before.

I grip the counter and match him thrust for thrust.

It’s so much and not enough at the same time.

“Hang on, baby,” he says understanding immediately what I need.

He picks up speed, thrusting harder, faster switching the angle until he’s hitting that delicious spot inside me.