Trapped by Lies (Truth or Lies 3)

“You are the biggest ass on the planet.”

“And you are the most stubborn. You want to fuck me, so why are you denying yourself?”

“Because we need to do more than just fuck. I have things I want to talk to you about.”

“I’m not in the mood for a game of truth or lies, sweetheart,” I say.

She hisses. “I don’t want to play a game. I want to talk.”

I shake my head. “Not going to happen. Now, do you want to fuck, or should I go find Liesel?” I wouldn’t really fuck Liesel. I would just find a bottle of bourbon and drink with her until the sun fades. But Kai needs to know she isn’t my boss. I am. Liesel may have shared my past, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to talk.

I stare at Kai who is just as stubborn as I am, and I know I’m not getting laid.

I reach again for the handle, but Kai shoves me back. I barely move, her body is about a tenth of the size my body is, but I step back giving her room.

“Fine, have it your way, asshole,” she says.

She stalks toward me, and I back up like I’m fucking prey. The look of intensity on her face tells me to not stand in her way.

“You think that’s all we are to each other—fuck buddies?” she asks.

“Well, we are also enemies fighting each other for a game.”

She narrows her gaze and stops as my body collides with a wall.

“We are so much more,” she hisses.

“I’m your protector. I’m your enemy. I’m your fucker. Nothing more.”

“You’re also my fucking drug. I want nothing more than to storm out and show you that you can’t just demand I fuck you whenever you want. But one hit, and I’m yours. I can’t quit. I want hit after hit.”

My eyes darken with heat. “And you’re my addiction. One I need to give up for my own survival.”

She reaches her hand behind her body and undoes the ties of her bikini top. I watch as it falls to the floor, giving me the perfect view of her gorgeous tits.

“Then what are we going to do?” she asks.

“Fuck each other until one of us overdoses.”

Her eyelids grow heavy as I remove my shirt and she takes in my sculpted abs. Her gaze drifts to the v that dips into my pants. And her breath hitches.

I love that I make her body respond like that. She can’t control how her body reacts to me.

“I’m the only man who makes you feel this way,” I say, caging her in again.

“Yes.”

I hover close but don’t fucking touch her. When I touch her, an explosion will go off.

I know it.

She knows it.

And I’m prolonging the feeling as long as I possibly can.

“I’m the only man who can touch you and give you pleasure and not pain.” My lips almost make contact with hers, but I stop them.

“Yes.” She pushes her bikini bottoms down, completely vulnerable to me.