Dark Lies (House of Sin 2)

I smile against her lips. “I love the way you feel against me … how you yield so easily from my touch.”

“No …” she whispers. “I hate it.”

“Don’t hate … love it the way I do,” I reply, pressing another kiss against her needy lips, which pucker up just for me.

With every thrust, her body buckles and her breath falters. We’re fucking like animals in heat, the desk scooting across the floor with each of my pumps. I don’t even care that we’ve made a mess. All I want is to claim her and prove to her that we can’t resist each other.

We belong together, body and soul, and it’s about time she realized that.

I thrust in hard and fast, not giving a shit if someone might come in or not.

“Fuck …” she whispers, “Stop.”

My brow rises as I pause, still inside her. “You sure?”

“No,” she hisses, wriggling underneath me like some coy little lamb desperate to get closer to the lion. “Don’t stop.”

I laugh. “You sure can’t make up your mind, can you?” I plunge in once more until she moans out loud. “Keep moaning, Angel. Those tell me the truth.”

“Fuck,” she says through gritted teeth. I thrust in again. “You.”

A smirk spreads on my lips, and I grasp her wrists and pin them to the desk. “This is what you get for coming into my room.”

She may hate me, but she doesn’t hate the way I make her feel. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the same for me.

My cock grows harder inside her, her wet juices filling me with lust to the point of turning into a beast. I’m so close to the edge that I can almost taste it.

Suddenly, her eyes burst open, and she shoves her feet against my thighs until I step back, forcing my dick out of her. She expertly slides off the desk and wraps her lips around my cock, taking me in so deep that it makes me groan.

This isn’t what I had planned.

But it’s too late to go back.

The sensations are too much. I come inside her throat, filling her up to the brim while buried deep inside. She gulps it all down with glee, her fingers fluttering across her clit until she too starts to moan, and I know the sound all too well.

She just came by her own doing, but it wasn’t my cock inside her that made her fall apart. Nor was it my cum that she so desperately swallowed down.

I pull out and stare down at her, clutching the desk for support as my knees feel heavy. She swipes her hand across her lips to rid herself of any leftovers, her eyes boring straight into mine.

The corners of my mouth go down while hers go up, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. But it’s not the kind of pleasure one gets from sex. It’s the kind of pleasure that only comes from power.

And I hate it.

She used me.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I growl, my dick getting flaccid already, even though I was planning on giving her so much more.

She cocks her head, her devious little plan coming to light in the form of a smile. “I told you … I am not ever going to bring a child into this.”

My nostrils flare at the thought of her denying me this. I know it’s wrong, and I know that it should be a decision we make together, but this? Stooping this low, trying to fuck me, to persuade me to give in, only to turn on me at the very last second just so she can get away with fucking me without giving me everything I want? That’s low.

Lower than I expected her to go.

She gets up from the floor, pulling up her dress and zipping it up again right in front of me. “Should have thought about that before you tried to have sex with me,” she muses. “What are you going to do? Punish me for it?”

“You know this will not change anything, right?” I growl, angered that she would pull this stunt with me.

I should bend her over my desk and spank her right here and now.

But if I did that, I would only be proving her point.

She knows exactly what she did, and she did it anyway because I have nothing to hold against her anymore. No sins left unpunished, nothing to yield over, nothing that I can use to make her submit. And by adding marriage and a child to the mix, I just sealed my own fate.

She will never grant me the most delicious parts of her body again.

Just to take power back from me.

“Bye, Eli,” she says as she walks past me with her head held high.

I stand there, still panting like a crazed beast, wishing I could ravage her any way I want. If I take it from her … I will be no better than the man she hated so much that she killed him for it.