Truths and Lies Duet

“Haven’t forgotten,” she hisses. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it already.”

I roll my eyes and storm over to her. “If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it already. We’ll have far more fun playing together. Don’t quit the game now, ómorfo korítsi.”

Her nostrils flare at the words beautiful girl. “I hate you.”

“Too bad,” I growl, rushing her. She shrieks when I toss her over my shoulder and stride out of the room. Her useless hands pound against my lower back. Once in the bathroom, I drop her to her feet. “Take them off or I take them off for you.”

She shakes her head, backing away from me.

“Suit yourself,” I snap, irritated that she’s acting like a spoiled brat. I grab the front of her pajamas and yank her forward. Her hands grip my suit jacket to keep herself from falling.

“Stop!” she yells, attempting to claw at me.

I wrangle her out of her shirt easily enough, but she’s wiggling too much for me to get her pants off. Flipping her around, I push her against the wall and grip her wrists behind her with one hand. She cries out when I yank her pants and underwear down in one pass. When she’s naked, I swivel her around and pin her against the wall by gripping her biceps. Her tits jiggle with every breath she takes and her skin burns crimson.

“Are you going to bathe yourself?”

Her blue eyes burn into mine with challenge. “And if I don’t?”

I nudge her knees apart with my knee and slide up to her cunt. “I would be more than thrilled with the husbandly duty of washing my future wife.” I lean in and nuzzle the side of her neck with my nose before nipping at the side of her throat. “Just be warned. I’m very thorough.”

Pulling away, I regard her with a lifted brow. Her lips press together, barely containing words she desperately wants to say. Words that will get her in trouble. I slide my palms down her arms and then take her hands in mine. She jerks them from my grip, so I clutch onto her naked hips instead. When I rub circles on her soft flesh with my thumbs, her breath hitches and her nipples harden. I’m painfully hard in my slacks, and if my mother wasn’t on her way, I’d throw out my stupid waiting until marriage for sex shit and take her right now.

The eyes don’t lie.

Behind her thinly veiled hate is lust. Desire. Need.

“Make the decision now, Talia.”

Her eyes flutter closed when I slide my fingers along her lower stomach in a teasing way. As my knuckle runs along her slit, she sucks in a sharp breath.

“I, uh, I can do it myself,” she whispers. “Please.”

“Pity,” I say with a faux pout. “I was looking forward to washing your dirty little body.” I slide my hand back to her hip before turning her to face the shower. I smack her ass hard enough to earn me a hateful scowl over her shoulder. “Quickly now. My mother doesn’t like tardiness.”

She climbs into the shower and glowers at me through the glass. “You can leave now.”

“Quality control,” I say, holding my palms up. “It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.”

Her middle finger goes up and she spends her entire shower washing herself one-handed so that she can flip me off the whole time. I’ve killed men for lesser offenses.

Not her.

With her, it’s fucking cute.

Keep testing me, moró mou. It gets my dick really goddamn hard.

The water finally shuts off and I’m waiting with a towel. She must have cooled in her shower because she won’t meet my gaze. I wrap the towel around her and hug her to my chest. Her body grows stiff when my mouth brushes along her ear.

“Adrian will accompany you and my mother today. Don’t try anything funny like running away. You won’t get far.”

She turns her head slightly toward me. My lips hover above her cheek.

“What if I tell your mother about what an awful monster you are?” she challenges, her voice breathy despite the brave words she speaks.

“She’ll laugh it off because she’s sweet and polite,” I tell her, pressing my lips to her cheek. “And then you’ll have to come back home and deal with me.”

“What will you do?”

“What won’t I do is a better question.”

Her body trembles. “You scare me.”

“You’ll soon grow to love it.”

“I’ll never love you.”

I slide my palms to her stomach and then up to her breasts. “You will if I make you.” I tug away her towel, once again leaving her naked. Stepping back, I admire her perfect ass. “My mother will want to take you somewhere nice for lunch. A dress will do.”

“You’re an asshole.”

I slap her ass hard before leaving her to get ready.