Truths and Lies Duet

“Jesus, woman,” he groans. His fingers weave into my hair, but he doesn’t push down. Instead, he grips my hair tightly and lifts my chin so I’m forced to look at him. “Keep that up and your ‘we’ll see’ may be upgraded to a maybe.” He smirks devilishly, and my thighs clench in need.

He releases my hair, and I go back to what I was doing. My tongue darts out and swipes across the tiny slit of his swollen head, the saltiness of his pre-cum hitting all of my senses. I lick and suck. Taste and tease. And then wrapping my lips around him, I take him all the way down. Kostas groans, then pulls me off his dick, my lips making a popping sound from the saliva.

“I wasn’t done,” I whine, at the same time Kostas growls, “Need to be in you. Now,” as he lifts me by my hips and drops his body into the water. His hand finds the material of my bottoms, and with one tug, he yanks them off my body and pulls me directly onto his dick, filling me to the hilt.

“Fuck. Yes.” His head goes back, and his eyes close. His hands are still holding on to my hips, but he doesn’t move, seeming content to just sit here with his dick buried inside me.

After a long beat, his head lifts, and his eyes meet mine, reminding me of the ocean this morning. Warm honey around the edges with cool shades of green mixed in. Dark meets light. Dangerous meets safe.

“Ride me, baby,” he demands, and even though I have no clue what the hell I’m doing, I do exactly what he asks, suddenly wanting—no, needing—to please him. Not so he’ll say yes to me going to school. Not to calm him down after his shitty day. I need to please him because pleasing him means pleasing myself.

With my hands firmly gripped onto Kostas’s shoulders, I begin to ride him. Up and down. Side to side. I get lost in the feeling of Kostas deep inside of me. He nuzzles his face into my hair, biting and nibbling on my neck. And then his thumb is at my clit, and with a couple of swipes to my already swollen nub, I’m exploding around him. My head falls onto his shoulder, and he takes over, his fingers digging into my hips as he pumps into me from the bottom until he finds his own release.

“Congratulations, zoí mou, you just earned yourself a definite maybe.”

Kostas

School. She wants to go to fucking school. It’s like she forgets who I am. The enemies who lie in wait, desperate to grab something precious to me and tarnish it. Talia is a good girl. Sheltered despite being born to a shady Nikolaides. I’m the bad guy…whom she fucks. So the lines are blurred for her and the threat is confusing at best.

She doesn’t understand what’s out there.

What they’d do to her if she slipped from my grip.

Fuck.

But what am I supposed to do? Keep her holed away like a fucking princess in a castle?

Yes.

Of course that’s what I’ll do because she’s safer that way.

Irritation churns in my gut. It’s hard to stick to my guns with her because then she prances by in her tiny shred of a bathing suit, flashing me her fuck me eyes, and I’m giving in to her.

She makes me weak.

Weak never felt so fucking amazing.

Focus, Kostas.

Estevan. We’ve sniffed him out, and as it turns out, he’s hiding in an apartment complex not far from the hotel. Either his money has run out, or he thinks he’s clever. Either way, we have eyes on him, and I’m coming for him.

“Where are you going?” Talia asks, looking up from her phone.

I wish nowhere.

She looks hot as hell in my T-shirt and a pair of tiny shorts as she scrolls through her phone.

“To work.”

“I want to come.”

Is she fucking serious right now?

“No,” I bark out, stalking from the room.

She huffs in exasperation and storms after me. “Kostas, stop.”

“I’m going to get answers from Estevan. It’s dangerous, Talia. Understand?”

Her nostrils flare. “Maybe I need a little danger in my life. You leave every day to go hunt badder bad guys and leave me to do what?” Her voice rises several octaves. “Watch fucking sunsets while I wait for you to come home? What century are we in?”

“Jesus, woman,” I snap. “I said no.”

She gapes at me, her blue eyes filling with tears, but anger makes her neck turn bright red. “Kostas…”

“Do you need more chocolate?”

Her lashes blink rapidly in confusion. “W-What?”

“To get over your hormones.”

She fucking attacks me. Claws bared. Hissing. A little roar of fury ripping from her. “You fucking asshole! How dare you blame this on my period!”

I catch her before she claws my eyes out and twist her around, pinning her to the wall. Her body heaves as she breathes heavily, her cheek smashed against the wall.