Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

He bites his lip as he holds in a growl from the sensation.

I force my lips to curl up in a smile as I move to his middle finger.

I get a small moan as my reward. Disgusting.

I give the same treatment to his ring finger as I push him hard in the chest making him fall backward on the bed.

I need to give him everything before I move to the last finger, the one with the ring I need to steal on it. Hopefully, the ring is loose and not tightly squeezing his finger, or I’ll never get it off.

I keep his finger in my mouth as I force my legs to straddle him until I feel his erection.

I suck in a breath trying to keep my nerve.

I can do this. I’m so close.

But no matter what happens, I can’t. I can’t fuck him. Not even to save my own life.

I move my mouth to his last finger at the same time I ground my pussy over his dick. I take his pinky finger into my mouth.

His eyes roll back in his head, and he presses his erection deep inside me.

I feel sick.

As I pull my mouth off his finger, I bring the ring with me into my mouth.

The boat rocks hard in that moment, as if the sea is finally on my side.

“Oh my god! I think I’m going to be—”

I jump off of him and run to the door I hope leads to the bathroom. There is a small private hallway that leads to a bar and a bathroom. I duck inside, shut the door behind me, and then lock it.

I exhale deeply. My body is still wrecked with panic and anxiety from having to touch and kiss him.

Tears stream down my cheek.

I feel like a whore, and all I did was kiss him. I can’t imagine how I would feel if I let things go any further.

I grab the ring from my mouth and stare at it. I smile gently; I got the ring. Now I just need to find a way out of here with my dignity intact.

A rattle at the door makes me jump.

“Kai? Are you okay?” Milo asks.

Shit.

I walk over to the toilet and flush. “Yes, I just get seasick sometimes,” I say weakly.

I walk over to the sink and turn it on, pretending to wash my face. “I just need a minute to try and freshen up.”

Hopefully the thought of me vomiting will turn Milo off.

I wait a few minutes, then turn the water off. I pinch my cheeks and loosen my hair to try and look more like a mess. Like I’m desperately ill.

Then I look at the ring I’m holding. I need a place to hide it. I can’t wear it on my finger. I really only have one choice: my bra. I slip it inside, knowing if he does try and fuck me, he’ll find the ring and discover my real intentions.

I slowly walk to the door, like I’m walking to my death. I unlock and open it.

Milo is standing with his arms on either side of the doorframe.