Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

“Feel better?” he asks.

“Um…not really. I’m sorry, I think I just had too much alcohol, and I got seasick. I think some fresh air might help me feel better.”

“Or lying down on my bed might help.”

I smile weakly. “The fresh air is usually the most helpful.”

I try to push past him, but he doesn’t move. He glares down at me; his eyes still singular focused on eating my body.

“You don’t get to tell me no, baby. No one tells me no.”

“I’m sorry. How about a rain check? My breath reeks of vomit. And I don’t want that to be the first memory we share together.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“What?”

“I. Don’t. Buy. It.”

I shake my head.

“Plenty of women have tried it before. Seducing me, but not willing to give it up when the time comes. Hoping that by dangling me along, I will want you more and more. Until I make you my girlfriend in hopes of finally fucking you. It’s not going to happen. Not unless your pussy is made of gold or something. I get what I want, and I want you. Now get the fuck on my bed. Naked. Ass up in the air because you’re right—I won’t be kissing you anymore.”

“Fine, I just need air first.” I’d rather throw my body overboard into the sea than let this sick fuck have me.

I duck under his arm, walking fast and with purpose toward the bedroom door. I get there before he does. I grab the handle and try to unlock it, but it doesn’t unlock.

Fuck.

There is a keypad and screen on the wall.

“It doesn’t unlock from the inside or outside without me entering that code first.”

“You sick fuck.”

He grins.

“Get on the bed.”

“No.”

He grabs my arm and throws me on the bed. This can’t be happening.

He removes his tuxedo jacket as I clammer off the bed.

He grabs me again, and I slap him.

“A fighter, huh? I enjoy it more when you fight back.”

I scream. “Help! Somebody, help me!” But I know my cries are useless. If his staff heard, they wouldn’t come. And everyone else is upstairs listening to loud music. They won’t hear me. Enzo might try and save me, but he might just as easily give me space thinking I’m safe and simply trying to steal the ring.

Fuck the ring.

I don’t want it.

I’d give it to Enzo if he came and saved me.

Milo grabs my wrists and spins me around before I even have a chance to fight him. He holds my arms behind my back with one hand as he grabs my ass with the other.