Lie, page 18
“I’m clean. Do you trust my word?” He didn’t push inside me, but his cock twitched against me, his cock thick enough to apply noticeable pressure.
I’d wanted to see the paper myself after what I’d learned about his sexual partners, but he was right, I had to trust him. “Yes.”
“And you’re clean?” he asked, not needing to see the ink on the paper.
“Yes.”
Then he gave a gentle shove to get past my opening, to sink into the waterfall of wetness and inch farther and farther, gliding through me in a way he hadn’t before, sliding deep inside as our bodies soaked in each other.
“Wow…” My hands cupped his face, and I pressed my forehead to his, moaning because it was the first time I’d ever felt this sensation, ever felt a man inside me bare. I could feel the grooves at the head of his cock, feel the lack of friction as he entered me, felt the heat of our bodies at a greater level.
When he sank as deep as he could go, he stopped to take a breath, to give a gentle moan, like this was the first time he’d felt this too. His forehead rested against mine, and he held his body still, enjoying the connection of our bodies so we could both treasure it, stop and appreciate it. “Be patient with me, baby.” He started to rock gently, slowly.
“You’re gonna make me come anyway…” I breathed into his face, all the nerves in my body overwhelmed by the way he made me feel, by the way our bodies slid back and forth so perfectly. It didn’t matter how big he was once the latex was gone. When we were skin on skin, it was so much smoother, and I swore my body stretched just a little more because of it.
With our faces close together, we breathed, equally overwhelmed by the same sensations. We were both virgins again, enjoying sex for the first time. He gently rocked into me, sinking deep until only a few inches at his base remained outside my body. He never quickened his pace because this was the only speed he could handle.
That was fine with me.
He looked into my eyes as he moved, like he was making love to me rather than fucking me. This seemed to be his favorite position to have me, so he could feel the connection between our minds, bodies, and souls. For a man so hard and cold, he could be so warm, so open.
I closed my eyes once I felt the sensation begin. It was so quick after my climax that had just happened minutes ago, and it swept me away before we even had a chance to start.
“Look at me.”
My hand cupped his face under his ear, my fingers digging into his hair. My eyes opened and I looked at him, aroused by the command and the way he issued it so effortlessly. He was a natural leader, natural fighter, and he was the only one who could boss me around with any chance of success.
He moved just a little faster, just a little harder, but not by much. It was the best he could do without exploding himself, without giving in to the desire himself.
My fingers started to dig into his scalp once I felt it, once I felt the explosion deep between my legs, the place where his dick ended and the rest of me began. My moan exploded between my closed lips, and I shivered, electrifying me from head to toe. Then I moaned louder, my lips breaking apart to release my loud screams, more tears erupting from the corners of my eyes. “Heath.” I said his name again, clinging to it like a lifeline. “Heath…”
His expression hardened, and he closed his eyes for an instant, doing his best to combat the desire to follow me. He’d never struggled before, but now it took all his effort to hold his position, to wait until I finished coming around his slick dick.
My deep breaths replaced my moans, and my hand gripped one of his cheeks. “Come on…” I’d never had a man come inside me, never even wondered what I was missing, but now I was so anxious for him to be the first, to cross the line no man had ever had permission to cross. I wanted him to enjoy it, to feel the same overwhelming ecstasy that brought tears to my eyes—twice. “Give it to me.”
His final three pumps sped up quickly before he pushed deep inside, releasing a masculine moan that made his entire body tighten. His triceps locked, his biceps flexed. His ass worked to dig deep inside me. He closed his eyes for an instant because he couldn’t control it, but then his eyes were locked on mine as he finally released, groaning in a way I’d never heard before. “Fuck.” He was usually quiet during sex, just like men in porn videos, but now he couldn’t control his reaction, couldn’t stop himself from displaying his deep satisfaction.
We stopped moving, holding each other close as we both breathed, both processed what just happened. My fingers ran down his back, my nails lightly kissing his tough skin. I gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, an embrace of gratitude. He gave me the best sex of my life, showed me that sex could be as good as the books and movies claimed.
Instead of pulling out and rolling off me, he stayed still, his semi-hard dick inflating once again like nothing just happened. He started to rock into me again.
“How are you doing this…?” How could he be ready to please me again? How could he be this hard already? How could this man make me come like this and do it again? And again? How did he have that much testosterone inside his body? This much raw masculinity?
“You.” This time, he rocked harder, using his own come as lubricant. “Because of you.”
I lay beside the sexiest man I’d ever known, the sheets bunched around his waist as the blue glow from his phone blanketed his face. He looked through a few text messages, typed quick responses, and then set the phone on the nightstand.
It was sometime in the middle of the night. I didn’t know the time because the clock on my nightstand was behind me, and I was too lazy to turn around and look. It didn’t matter anyway. Ever since this man had come into my life, time had passed very strangely. “Do you have to leave?” I didn’t pry into his conversations over text, but I assumed they were work-related because who else would text him this late at night…unless it was a lady friend.
And I was the only lady friend of his.
“No.” He turned his head toward me, his hair pushed up in odd places because of my fingertips. His eyes were a little sleepy, but the look was sexy on him. “I’m all yours.”
I loved it when he slept over. The alarm and door made me feel better, but they were no comparison to actually having this man beside me, six foot three of muscles, tattoos, and pure man. I’d seen him get me out of the worst situation with just his words. He could handle anything, protect me from anything.
He must have seen the relief in my eyes because he smiled slightly. “You love having me here.”
“Yes.” My fingers moved to his chest, and I rested my palm there. It was like resting my hand on a coffee table because he was so hard, so strong.
“Because of me or what I can do for you?”
“Isn’t that the same thing?” I turned on my side with the sheets pulled to my chest. It was dark in my bedroom but bright enough with the lights from outside to see his expression.
His smile faded, and he watched me like he forgot what we were talking about because he got distracted. “If you’ve never been in a relationship, can I assume that was your first time?”
“I think that’s pretty obvious…” My pussy was still stuffed with all his come, but I liked feeling it there, liked feeling his seed inside me. “You?”
He chuckled lightly. “Baby, you already know the answer.”
I loved the deep sound of his voice when it came out like that. Even his laugh was sexy. I scooted closer to him across the bed, my head resting in the crook of his shoulder as I hugged his narrow waist.
He hooked his arm around me and pulled me close, his lips resting against my forehead. “I’m not sure how I’m gonna look Damien in the eye next time I see him…”
“Don’t be gross.”
“Just saying.” He kissed my hairline, his fingers digging into my waist.
My fingers traced the line down his sternum, the line between his grooves of muscle. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes. I have nothing to hide.”
I’d never met a man who was so unapologetic about who he was. He reminded me of myself, just a more intense version. “When you’re with a prostitute…what do you ask her to do?”
“Why?”
“Just curious.” I turned my chin up so I could look at his face.
He shrugged. “Anal. Threesomes. Bondage. Stuff like that.”
“So, you’re into all those things.”
“What guy isn’t?” he asked, no remorse in his gaze.
“Well…I won’t do any of those things.”
“Never asked you to.”
“I just mean, doesn’t this seem a little tame in comparison?” I thought I was good in bed, but I wasn’t that open-minded. I wouldn’t share my bed with another woman, wouldn’t let him try to shove anything in my ass because that was an exit only.
“Not at all.” He pulled me close and placed a kiss on my lips. “Trust me, I’m not going home unsatisfied. I’m not comparing you to someone else and wishing you were different. I’m here with you because there’s no other woman in the world I want to be with.”
Twelve
Heath
It was the first time I’d actually dreaded doing something.
I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t anxious. I just simply didn’t want to do it because now the situation was complicated.
I stepped inside the production lab and watched the men cast me subtly annoyed expressions, knowing they classified me as the enemy, the asshole who took a huge cut of their profits even though I didn’t do a damn thing to earn a single euro.
Steel walked beside me, along with one of my other guys.
When I reached the door, I raised my hand so they would stay back. The door was cracked, so I knew Damien was inside, probably anticipating my arrival. I pushed it open and stepped in, spotting him sitting in the chair behind his desk.
He was straight in his chair, his elbows on the surface with his hands together at his chin. Without turning his head, he flicked his eyes my way and studied me, his expression neutral even though his eyes were filled with fiery hostility.
I spotted the black duffel bags on the floor.
Damien watched me, dead silent.
It was definitely more tense than it’d ever been before, like he couldn’t bottle all his anger, all his hatred.
I kicked one bag. “Good month?”
“Just get out,” he fired back immediately, furious that we had to breathe the same air.
Catalina had laid down the rock-solid foundation of this relationship, stated her allegiance to her family, so we’d never talked about it again. That meant I didn’t have to give her brother special treatment. I could continue to be the antagonizing jackass I’d always been. But now that I actually looked at the guy, my spunk was gone.
I turned to the door and snapped my fingers. “Get in here.”
Steel walked inside and pulled out his detector from his satchel. He kneeled down and got to work, tracing the wand over the bag to make sure Damien wasn’t trying to pull some cheap stunt, like hiding a bomb in the lining.
Damien was absolutely still, showing no reaction at all.
Then Steel’s device beeped.
I turned to Damien, my eyebrow raised.
Steel pulled out the small tracking device. “Looks like he was going to follow us.”
I’d expected he would pull something like this soon, that was why I’d decided to start to check his bags. I stared at him for a while, irritated that he’d pulled this shit because I had to respond to it. I couldn’t just brush it off like it didn’t happen. “Take the bags outside.” With my gaze locked on Damien, I nodded to the door.
“Someone’s about to get their ass handed to them…” Steel chuckled and grabbed one bag while Ian grabbed the other. They shut the door behind them and proceeded to carry the bags to the armored truck outside.
I came closer to the desk, both of my hands resting by my sides. “You want to find me? I’m right here.” I raised both arms in the air, my pistol stuffed into the back of my jeans. “Do something, asshole.”
He dropped his hands from his chin and leaned back in the chair.
It was quiet for a long time, neither one of us wanting to escalate the already intense moment. I stopped until my leg was against the wood of his desk, and I stared down at him. “You’re happy, right?”
He watched me, his expression blank.
“You got your woman. You’ve got your health. Your job.” If he were someone else, something very bad would happen. But unfortunately, my relationship with Catalina had already softened me, had already changed my behavior. He would get a crack in his skull from the butt of my gun if he were somebody else, probably worse since this wasn’t his first offense. If I didn’t put a permanent stop to him, he would just keep coming. “Let it go.”
He cocked his head slightly, his raised eyebrows saying everything his lips wouldn’t.
“I’m giving you a free pass, Damien. Drop this vendetta and live your fucking life.” I gave him a few seconds to respond, and when he didn’t, I turned to walk out the door, hoping this incident was enough to settle him.
“No.”
I heard his answer loud and clear, felt the breath enter my lungs before I released it as a sigh. My eyes stayed on the wooden door, wishing I hadn’t heard that response. My feelings toward Damien hadn’t changed, but as if Catalina were there with me, she grabbed my hand and steadied me, controlled me. I closed my eyes for a second before I turned around to face him.
He raised one finger. “You almost killed my father.”
I rolled my eyes.
Two fingers. “You helped Liam break through the glass of my bedroom. I don’t know what the fuck you did, but you gave him some kind of micro pulse to shatter the glass. And because of that, Annabella got shot.”
I was surprised he’d figured out that, actually.
Three fingers. “You paid off the hospital workers to remove her from her bed, even though she might have died.”
They said she was totally stable, but whatever.
Four fingers. “And then you helped Liam take Annabella prisoner.”
And I stole your sister…
He dropped his hand. “So, no, I’m not gonna let this go.”
With a blank stare, I returned to his desk, unsure how to handle this situation. A man just threatened me straight to my face, and the most logical thing to do was draw my gun and shoot him right in the fucking face.
But I couldn’t do that.
If Catalina knew I slaughtered her brother, she would leave in a heartbeat.
So, what the fuck was I supposed to do?
Damien seemed to think he was invincible because he was calm, as if he somehow knew he had the upper hand.
“I don’t want to kill you, Damien. But I will.”
His eyes stayed the same.
“Consider this your final warning.” My voice was quiet so the men wouldn’t hear our conversation on the other side of the door. I needed to make Damien back off, but I had no idea how to do that other than issuing a verbal threat. If I took Anna to teach him a lesson, it would just infuriate him more. If I did anything to Hades or his father, the problem would escalate.
Since I couldn’t kill him, I had nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I turned the key in the lock and stepped into the apartment. “Baby?”
The TV was off, and there was no sign of life in the apartment. I listened for footsteps in the bedroom, but there was none of that either. I pulled out my phone and texted her. Where are you?
Her response was immediate. What kind of question is that?
Well, you aren’t home.
And how do you know that…?
I smiled as I stared down at the phone, knowing she would figure it out in a few seconds.
Oh my god, get the hell out of my apartment.
Sure. Just tell me where you are.
Her attitude was audible in her text. You can’t just walk into my apartment whenever you feel like it!
Why? I gave you a key to my place. Man, I loved arguing with her. I could picture her furious green eyes, the way her lips pressed tightly together as she tried to suppress her scream.
But I never gave you a key to mine.
Come on. What if I get horny in the middle of the night?
Then you call—like a normal person.
But isn’t this more romantic? I started to pace her apartment as I typed, grinning.
Not at all.
Where are you?
You have a key to my apartment without my consent, so why don’t you just track my phone too? Her words were so sarcastic.
Okay. I was about to call one of my guys.
Wait! Don’t you dare.
See? I could completely violate your privacy if I wanted to. But I don’t.
The three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared, and then disappeared again.
I stopped walking and waited for a response.
She finally sent her message. I’m out with my friends.
Where?
I’m not telling you.
Alright. I’ll figure it out on my own.
How about I just text you when I get home? Or I guess you can wait there if you really want.
Baby, are you still trying to hide me?
No dots at all.
See you soon.
After a few phone calls, I tracked her down. She was at one of the bars she frequented, wearing a short red dress with her long hair in a slick ponytail. The dress had a sweetheart neckline with sleeves that dropped off her shoulders and hung down her arms. Her ass looked incredible thanks to those black heels, her legs so long and toned. And that ponytail was pretty sexy too, even though I preferred her hair down and all over the place. She stood at one of the high-top tables and talked to her friends, a cocktail in her hand.
I walked up behind her and got the attention of her friends first since they were facing me. They both went quiet when they watched me approach, their eyes focused and their bodies tensed. One was about to sip from her glass, but she just stood there with her lips parted, trying to drink when the glass wasn’t even close enough to her lips.
