Trapped by Lies (Truth or Lies 3)

I grab her neck; she winces as I brush my hand over her wound. I push my hand back, fisting her hair as I claim her mouth. As long as I’m kissing her, she can’t speak. She can’t do any more damage. And neither can I because when we are together like this—our bodies mixing in a hurricane of temperatures and moans is when we are most right. It’s where we are most meant to be.

I like Kai Miller.

I like the fucking.

I like how she makes me fight for her.

I like how nothing is easy, and yet everything is easy at the same time.

I like how it feels to have her in my arms. Her body temperature may be cooler than mine, but it doesn’t feel that way to me. It feels like a breath of air when I touch her, grounding me, while also giving me wings to fly.

I hook my thumbs into her pants and pull them down. And then I drop my head between her legs. Her body instantly arches as I find her clit with my tongue. I growl, the vibration in my throat sending shockwaves through her body.

“Jesus, Black.”

I tighten my grip on her clit with my teeth, applying just enough pressure to drive her mad. Good thing she doesn’t still have the knife, or she’d use it to threaten me to stop teasing her.

“Yes,” she moans.

God, I love her voice.

I flick my tongue over and over. I feel her hands grab my hair, but she doesn’t get to touch. I grab her wrists and force them apart, glued to the bed.

All I want is for her to feel my tongue on her most sensitive of areas. For her to remember I’m the only man who has touched her here. The only man who gets to hear her cries as she comes.

“Wait…I want your cock,” she pulls her hands, trying to loosen them from my grip.

I drive my tongue into her cunt, pulling her juices out and lapping over her clit.

“And you shall have it, but first. This. I want to feel your first explosion rattle the entire room.”

Kai pants at my words, as if my words are causing the orgasm instead of my tongue. Faster I pull her under my spell. Taunting her, teasing her, until I finally give her the pressure she needs, and she finally gives me what I want—my name in as much of a prayer as a curse falling from her beautiful lips.

“Enzo!”

Her body shakes viciously, her thighs clench as I pull an orgasm from her body. But that was just to prepare her for round two. I might not deserve to sink my cock inside her, but it’s not about deserving. It’s about need. And we both need it more than we need blood to keep pumping in our veins.

I pull the condom from my pocket and barely get my pants down and the condom on before I explode like a teenage boy.

I grab her and roll her on top, so I don’t completely crush her underneath me, and she continues to have some control.

She straddles me with flushed cheeks, and heavy eyes. She claws at my chest as I pull her down on top of my sheathed cock.

Each time we fuck I still can’t believe how tight she is. But there is no pain on her face. I slide in easily from her slickness.

She rides me hard, and I’m sure the good doctor would yell at us both for this, but it’s worth it. I’d gladly give her all my blood to keep her alive after this and die a happy man.

I thrust into her as she grinds on top of me, her clit angling toward my hard stomach.

I roll my head back for a second before reminding myself to focus on the beautiful woman humping me. Because someday, she won’t be mine anymore.

Kai puts her hand over my heart as we pump harder.

“Here, it hurts here,” she says.

My eyes are defiant, but there is no use in hiding it. “Just fuck me, beautiful.”

She leans down, still riding me but at a slower pace as our foreheads touch.