All the Truths (Lies & Truths 2)

Fucking mine.

Reina never breaks eye contact as I own every inch of her, marking her so no motherfucker comes close to her again.

“Now, swallow. All of it.”

She does, even licking her lips to not miss a drop.

My fingers stroke in her hair as she stares up at me with a content expression, the expression of someone so pleased and boneless.

I release her head and pat my lap. “Come here.”

Standing on wobbly legs, she climbs up my body without protest and wraps her thighs around my waist.

I lift my shirt up, throw it beside the bed, and kick my jeans down my legs, letting my cock lie against her bare ass.

Her head rests on my shoulder like a tiny child who needs sleep. She must be tired after all the moving and today’s practice.

I wrap a hand around her back. I meant to fuck her, but now, as she lies so peacefully in my arms, I want this moment to last longer.

What the fuck?

Her finger trails up my bicep and my tattoo. She’s silent for a while, drawing slow patterns over my skin.

“What language is this?” she murmurs, her voice sleepy.

“Arabic.”

“What does it mean?”

My peaceful mood from earlier disappears. I can pretend none of it happened, can pretend all of this is fine.

But it’s not.

One day, I’ll have to wake up and do what I planned all along.

My fists clench by my sides. “Eye for an eye.”

Three years ago

I’m panting as I finish up the asshole who dared touch her.

Put his fucking hands on her.

Made her—

“Fuck!” I roar as I jam my fist into the wall over and over again.

Pain explodes in my knuckles and blood oozes from the cut skin. It does nothing to quell the rage boiling inside me. If anything, it fans the flames, making it burn hotter, needing the release.

I kick the sorry fuck lying on the floor by my feet. He releases a helpless, childlike whimper, but he’s already unconscious in the middle of his living room.

When I came here dressed in a ski mask and carrying a bat, I meant to beat him to a pulp, but after the first hit, it just wasn’t enough. I had to feel his skin bleeding underneath mine.

Ever since I walked in on this fucker shoving his dick down Reina’s throat, all I’ve been seeing is black.

I punched him at first, and he begged like a damsel in distress. He asked if I’m the father of one of the girls he keeps pictures of. It got interesting then.

I didn’t hold back.