Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

He pulled my hand he was gripping toward his stiffening cock. “How about a little—”

Before he had a chance to finish, I ripped my hand away and lifted Leroy inches from his smug face. The look of surprise was quickly replaced by panic as Cody took a step back and declared loudly, “I think I’m in love.”

“I’m tired. I’ve had a long day. Cody, what do you say we close the hood and let me on my way?”

“Sounds good to me, darlin’.” He shut the hood and gave Greasy Jack a n

od. “Best do what she says, Jack.”

I saw the scenarios race through Jack’s three-celled brain as he eyed my finger on the trigger. “Don’t be stupid. I promise you, I’m not worth the trouble.” Jack’s Hyde surfaced as he lunged for me, and I whipped the side of his face with my pistol-clad hand. He howled with fury as he hit his knees and covered his newly broken nose.

“I’ll be on my way, then,” I hissed, kicking Jack hard in the back so he went down on all fours.

“Don’t be a stranger.” Cody looked on in amusement as I started the Chevelle, taking off like a bat out of hell.

I’d told Nina months ago that I’d come from a place of dirt and metal grass and even compared Tennessee to the Wild West. But I was certain as I left the situation behind me I was a magnet for trouble, and even more so a beacon for evil men. I knew after years of being away that men like the two I’d just left behind didn’t exist to most women of the world. I’d stopped at a shady gas station in the middle of nowhere because it wasn’t intimidating to me. It felt like home. It felt like Dyer.

It was just the kick in the ass I needed to remind me of what I was about to face.

Men like Greasy Jack and Cody were exactly the type of people I hated most. Their sense of entitlement to take what didn’t belong to them fueled me past anger. They’d probably never worked for anything a day in their life, and yet they felt they had to right to corner me into giving them whatever they decided to take. It took all my willpower not to turn around and put a life-altering hole into each of them.

More dangerous anger brewed as I thought of how Laz had demanded my appearance with a phone call. As if I owed him something.

He’d made his bed, and I had nothing to do with it. He’d want my money, some sort of control over me, this I was sure of, and he would use my sister as a bargaining chip. This I was prepared for.

I’d never taken anything that didn’t belong to me but my freedom, and even when I took that I’d felt like I was doing something wrong. My life had never been my own until the day I’d left Dyer and fled into the waiting arms of Ray Tyco.

But he too was a different kind of evil. A selfish sinner disguised as a saint. Cold and calculating. An angry king.

And now with Daniello, I was dealing with the same selfish demon.

Burning road, I raced through the night with more resentment fueling me and keeping me alert. I looked at the dash clock.

Soon.

“It’s been months! Where is the money, Laz?” I stood in the same disgusting motel room staring at stained maroon carpet as he finished his shower. We hadn’t had sex yet, an issue he hadn’t pushed, and I wasn’t comfortable enough with him sexually to confront him while he was naked. He’d been preoccupied anyway, with his new obsession.

“You have to spend money to make money. Just give me a little more time.” His words were empty and carried little weight with his tone.

“I think you like it. No, you love it. People crowding around you like you are somebody. You can’t keep doing this, Laz. You’ll get caught, and I’ll lose my mind.”

“I won’t,” he snapped, exiting the bathroom naked. I averted my eyes as he stood in front of me, water dripping down his every limb. I felt a stir in that moment. Laz was beautiful and sought after by most of the girls in town. He had grown into a muscular body and a perfectly masculine face. His blue eyes shone brightly in contrast to his dark brown hair. I felt him slipping away from me daily as older girls with more voluptuous bodies eyed me with distaste as we made our rounds around town. I knew I needed to stake my claim. I knew eventually he’d want all of me, but I knew I wasn’t ready. He was lying to me constantly, and I didn’t want to reward him with the last piece of me.

“Look at me, Red.”

“No, put some clothes on!”

“How about you take yours off?” he whispered, plucking the strap of my sundress.

“Laz,” I said with a shaky voice.

“I love you, and I know you love me. You are just too hardheaded to admit it. I’ve been patient with you, baby, haven’t I?”

“Yes.” He took my hand and led me to the bed. “I’m going to teach you how to touch me, how to suck me.”

Face to cock, I looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Wet your lips,” he said gently, rubbing his fingertips over them. I stared at his hard dick, completely intimidated.