Trapped by Lies (Truth or Lies 3)

I growl. “No, you weren’t. The only place in the world you are safe is here.”

She gives me a defiant look back. “You can’t keep me trapped here forever.”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea the lengths I will go to keep you safe.”

“You promised you would set me free.”

“And I will, when it’s safe too.”

“The world will never be safe.”

I sigh. “It will be safer than it is right now.”

“Promise me. Swear to me, you will let me go.”

“When it’s safe.”

“No, when Milo is gone. When he is no longer a threat, you let me go free. Vow to me.”

“I vow, when Milo is gone, you will be free.”

We stare back at each other, neither of us relenting. Neither of us backing down from our threats and promises.

“And you promise me you will stay in this room until it’s safe.”

She doesn’t answer me with words. She just shrugs off the shawl and unties her bikini top, knowing it will distract me from my goal.

“You’ll stay here where you are safe from everybody, but me,” I say as I remove my shirt over my head.

Her eyes soak me in, giving my body an appreciative stare. Most women appreciate my body, until they see the scars. The marks scare them. But not Kai, not when she understands the scars make me stronger, as they do her.

I slowly undo my belt and toss it on the bed next to her. She stares at it with wide seductive eyes. I don’t usually bring toys into the bedroom, but tonight I need them. We both need to be punished for our actions.

Then I remove a condom from my pocket and toss it next to the belt. Only then do I remove my jeans and boxer briefs.

Kai looks at me with appreciation, like she’s safe with me. She is anything but safe.

I attack. My body flying forward as I remove her shorts and bikini bottoms before my face plunges into her pussy. I’m relentless with my tongue. Building her too far, too fast, not caring enough to be merciful.

That’s who we are. We are defiant and strong and push every button the other has.

And as much as I want her to follow my orders for once, it’s why I care about her. It’s why I’m so attracted to her. Because this is everything.

“God, Black! You’re going to make me come in record time,” she cries, her legs tightening around my ears.

I stop. She doesn’t get to come. Not yet.

She moans at the loss of an orgasm.

I grab the belt in my hand. “Turn over.”

She huffs, and her eyes gleam defiant. “You aren’t using that on me.”

I flip her over. “You deserve it after you broke your promise to me to stay safe.” I pull her ass in the air and run the leather of my belt over her ass. The monster wants to beat her until her ass is so red she will never defy me again. But the other part of me, the part I’ve only just discovered wants to whip her until her pussy is dripping in pleasure.

I don’t know which part of me will win, and neither does she—that’s what makes me so dangerous.

My cock hardens at the sight of her warm ass in the air. If my cock gets his way, I will pound into her ass and forget all about the whipping part.