Dark Lies (House of Sin 2)

I was ready to peek into his business, but I don’t want to see into people’s private mess. All the people who came here before me must’ve felt super guilty about their sins. No need for me to add to that.

“So what else is there then?” I ask, letting my hand slide along the laptop. “Is this where you check all the cameras?”

When he nods, my skin begins to prick. I turn and open it up, but the login screen is blocked by a password, of course.

“So I’m guessing this is where you watched me, huh?” I murmur. “While I was naked in my room … or sliding into the tub … Did you touch yourself while watching me?”

When I turn on my heels, he’s right there, mere inches away from me, a dead-sexy grin on his face. The palms of his hands land on the desk beside me, trapping me between him and the laptop. “I’m sure you’d like to know that … wouldn’t you?”

My whole body begins to bubble with heat, but I ignore it by blowing off some steam and running out from underneath his trap before he does something that will make me want to slap him.

He quickly closes the laptop again while I snatch up the frame on his desk again. “Is this your mother?”

He nods, though the look in his eyes is anything but filled with love.

“What happened to her?” I ask.

He steps toward me again and grabs a strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “If I tell you … will you indulge in my wish as well?”

I gulp. Is knowing this information worth the price? “Depends on what it is.”

“Well, you’re asking me very personal information about my life …” He cocks his head. “There’s a hefty price.”

My eyes narrow as I look into his. The look he gives me full of hunger and longing, the type that would make any woman’s knees buckle.

He leans into my ear. “But you’ve already decided that you want to know, haven’t you?” he whispers. “You’re too curious about my past to say no.”

He’s right.

I couldn’t say no, even if I wanted to.

Because if nothing else is given to me, then I want to know why.

I want to know what makes this man tick.

So I nod. “Fine. Tell me.”

A devilish smirk forms on his face, one that only predicts trouble. And he leans in once again only to whisper something that almost makes me drop the frame. “Bend over on the desk.”

Chapter 17

Eli

Her face is priceless. The kind of toxic love I enjoy very much. She hates me for telling her what I want from her, but she hates herself even more for saying yes.

Because she knows as well as I do she’s not going to back down from this.

She might have, before she fell into my clutches, but ever since she’s been with me she’s blossomed into a beautiful, self-indulging flower that knows exactly what she wants and is ready to get it.

She wants to know more about me? Fine, I’ll give it to her … exactly the way I want to. And it will cost her her body.

She throws me a dirty look but then turns around, exactly as expected. The grin is almost plastered to my face.

Finally, I have her exactly where I want her, willing and needy.

Maybe it’s dirty for me to trade sex for information, but she knew what she was getting herself into when trying to persuade me. And I’m never opposed to giving her body some much-needed love.

Who knows, maybe she will soften up to me a little and forget all the conundrum about me wanting to make her my wife and make her have my baby.

She positions herself on the side of the desk, her perky ass sticking up beautifully from underneath that bright yellow dress that fits snugly on her body. And I cannot wait to peel it all away until there’s nothing left but her naked skin begging for my touch.

I revel at the moment, my cock already hard as fuck just from the view.

I push myself up against her, my bulge nudging against her flesh, making her squeeze her legs together. She holds the desk while her head rolls sideways.

“So what are you planning to do, huh?” she asks.

My hand slides up and down her back until goose bumps appear on her skin.

I know she wants to deny our attraction, but it’s no use. I know what she feels for me. I know she wants me just as much as I want her, and no amount of hatred can get in the way of that.

“Whatever I choose …” I groan with delight at the thought of making her beg for my cock.

But I don’t think I can wait that long.

I push up the dress until her bare pussy is exposed, my fingers immediately diving in. She holds her breath, almost as if to hide a moan.