Lie, page 21
I was in shock.
I wished I’d never overheard that conversation.
Now, I was in a predicament I didn’t want to be in. I’d told Heath I would never betray my brother’s plans if I knew about any of them, but now that I was actually in the position, I didn’t know what to do.
If I didn’t tell him…he would die.
I sat up in bed, my knees to my chest in the dark. Heath and I hadn’t been seeing each other long, and while there was a connection there, it was nothing more than physical. There had been an expiration date from the beginning, and considering his line of work and ongoing feud with my brother, it was no surprise it would end with his death.
So, I had to let it be.
Right?
Heath was guilty of every crime Damien had accused him of. There was no doubt about that. He was getting what he deserved.
That’s what I continued to tell myself…over and over.
My phone lit up with a text message on the nightstand. It was two in the morning, so there was only one person who would contact me at this time of night.
As if he knew I’d been thinking about him, he texted me. I’ll be there in two minutes. You better be naked by the time I get there.
I could hear his voice in my head as I read the words, hear the deep sound of his command ring in my ears. I’d told him I’d be busy for a few days, so I hadn’t heard from him in a while, but he obviously grew impatient and took matters into his own hands.
Couldn’t happen at a worse time.
My phone lit up with a notification, stating my alarm had been disabled by another user.
He had my alarm app on his phone?
Then I heard the locks start to turn.
I knew if I weren’t naked by the time he walked into my bedroom, there would be consequences, so I stripped off all my clothes, finishing just seconds before he stepped into the room, his silhouette clear in the dark.
He pulled his shirt over his head as he walked toward me, his hands moving to his jeans next and getting them undone as he came closer. He stopped and got his bottoms off, his eyes on me, almost looking angry.
When he was in nothing but his skin, he moved the rest of the way and grabbed me hard, gripping me like a prisoner rather than a lover. One hand cupped the back of my head while his fingers were deep in my hair, taking hold of me like he owned me, like I’d been his long before we’d met. His other hand circled my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh as he kissed me hard, kissed me like we hadn’t seen each other in weeks rather than days.
That made me forget everything. Everything but this moment.
He turned his head and gave me his tongue, his fingers gliding to my ass and gripping one cheek before he turned his head again and kissed me in a different way, breathing into me, breathing for me. His fingers tugged on my hair, and he sucked my bottom lip, giving me a slight bite before he gave me his tongue again.
I’d never expected a man so hard to kiss so good.
My hand cupped his face as my thumb brushed over the scruff of his jaw, feeling the hair that had grown in since the last time I saw him. I panted against his lips, turning into a dog in heat. I pushed myself into him, feeling my flat stomach touch his hard body, feel my small tits flatten against his sternum. He turned me into a mindless woman who only wanted one thing—this man. Nothing else mattered. Not the world. Not my family. Nothing at all.
His strong arms suddenly picked me up, lifting me from the floor effortlessly so he could bring our faces level and he wouldn’t have to crane his neck to kiss me, so I wouldn’t have to rise onto my tiptoes to reach his jawline.
His fingers dug into my ass as he held me close to him, our chests pressed to each other and our lips moving together faster, like it was our first time being together, like the lust had built inside our veins to this critical level.
I fell into him…so hard.
“Baby.” He spoke against my mouth between kisses, his deep voice so sexy on my ears. He didn’t struggle to hold me, as if I was weightless, an extension of his already muscular body. He even slid one hand into my hair and held me with a single arm, like I really did weigh nothing.
Fuck, he was so hot.
He gently rubbed his hard cock against my clit, turning me on more than I already was. He could do everything at once, give me the best kiss of my life, rock against me, and hold me with a single arm.
How did I live so long without this?
He suddenly turned to the bed and gently maneuvered me down until my body landed against the mattress. But his gentleness didn’t last long. “On your knees.”
I turned to the head of the bed to face the headboard.
He grabbed my arm and forced me to turn around, facing the mirror that leaned against my wall. He got onto the bed behind me, grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down slightly, my ass rising up. “You’re gonna watch me fuck you, baby.” He forced my legs apart before he positioned himself behind me. Then he shoved himself hard inside me, giving a big thrust that pushed him inside almost the full way.
I jerked forward and let out a cry, my slick pussy surprised by his enormous size. I gripped the edge of the bed to stop myself from falling forward onto the floor.
He held on to my hips and pounded into me like an animal, giving me his dick so deep, hard, and fast. It was the hardest he had ever fucked me, like he hated me rather than adored me. His eyes looked into the mirror so he could watch me groan through it, watch my tits shake because my body was rocking so fast.
I gripped the comforter and moaned, overwhelmed by everything. I didn’t know what else to do other than take it, take that fat dick as it rammed inside me.
One hand gripped my shoulder and forced me up slightly. “Look.” He deepened the curve in my back, made my ass rise a little higher.
I stared at him in the mirror, watched his face tighten as he worked hard to fuck me so aggressively. I moaned the entire time, my body and mind working to process what he did to me. Never in my life had I’d been fucked like this, forced to submit like this, been fucked like a whore.
And I liked it.
Even though he hadn’t gotten laid in days, he could hold his load remarkably well, especially through the intense stimulation between our bodies. But his determination seemed to override his other feelings, because the only thing that mattered was fucking me so hard that I was sore for days.
It didn’t take me long to come.
“Babe…” I closed my eyes as I came around his big dick, moaning uncontrollably because it was so good, so intense.
“Look at me.” He grabbed my hair and gave me a hard tug.
I opened my eyes, which brimmed with tears, and watched him watch me come. I screamed so loud my neighbors definitely heard, and tears streaked down my cheeks like waterfalls, diamonds that glittered in the dark. “Oh my god…” I appreciated every second, every minute, every sensation. I rode it all the way to the end, my body convulsing because it was so good.
Just when I finished, he gave his final pumps, slowing down as he filled my pussy with more come than I’d ever taken. He didn’t moan or make a single sound, just stared at me like he’d proved a point. He shoved his entire length inside just to hurt me, just to give me every drop before he pulled out again.
The second he was gone, my body went limp, exhausted even though I hadn’t done anything except take that monster cock.
He got off the bed and started to dress without even wiping off.
I lay there and caught my breath, ready to sleep hard after what just happened. “What are you doing?” I pushed myself up so I could look at him, naked on the bed with his come spilling onto the sheets I had just washed.
He zipped up his jeans and gave me a cold look. “Leaving.” He moved to the door.
“Wait.” I turned on the bed so I could continue to look at him. “Don’t you want to stay…?” He never fucked me and took off. It was always a few hours packed with kisses, sex, and talking. Now that I had him, I didn’t want him to go. It was always hard to watch him walk out, but now it was even harder because I needed more of him.
He stared me down from the doorway. “You said you were too busy, remember?” He left my bedroom and walked out.
I closed my eyes in a grimace, forced to swallow my own words that he’d taken so poorly. I listened to the door open and close, listened to the locks turn, listened to the alarm beep once it was reset. Then I sat there in the dark alone, his come still leaking out of me, wishing that man would stay…and never leave me again.
I texted him the next day.
Come over.
The entire day passed, and he didn’t text me back. His responses were always immediate, and now that they weren’t, I realized how he used to make me feel—like I was his top priority. Now, he reminded me how insignificant I could be, how he would treat me if I didn’t make him my priority.
Lesson learned.
At the end of the night, I texted him again. Heath?
This time, his response was immediate. I’m busy.
Jesus, he knew how to hold on to a grudge. I’m sorry, okay?
Pussy-ass apology.
Then come over here so I can apologize to your face.
Nothing.
Please.
I’ll come over whenever I fucking feel like it. And when I do come over, you’d better have learned how to treat a man. Because I’m not gonna waste my time with a woman who doesn’t know how to be one.
I was home on Friday afternoon, staring at the blank TV as I considered my dilemma. Tonight, the shit was about to hit the fan, and I had to decide if I was going to do anything about it. I had been upfront with Heath and said I would do nothing to avert his demise.
But now, I wasn’t so sure.
The locks clicked and the door opened, revealing the hard man who stepped inside my apartment. He shut the door behind him and stared at me on the couch, like that was exactly where he expected me to be.
And he still looked pissed.
Now that he was there, I didn’t know what to do. I was paralyzed by his presence, paralyzed by the way he made me feel. I felt dead and alive all at the same time, felt like I couldn’t get enough air because he sucked all the oxygen for himself.
“Where’s that damn apology?” He came closer to the couch, in jeans and a black shirt, looking sexier than usual when he was angry. His blue eyes were unforgiving, like his stare alone was enough to burn me to the ground.
I left the couch and faced him, weak now that I actually looked at him. How did a man so bad make me feel so good? How did this man strip me down to my bones with just his gaze? It didn’t make any sense. “I’m sorry…”
Both of his eyebrows rose. “That’s it?”
I had a lot more on my mind than the state of our current relationship. Because it would be dead by tonight if I didn’t do something to save it. “I’m sorry that—”
He raised his hand and silenced me with just the simple gesture. “Let me save you some time. This is what I expect from you.” He lowered his hand. “If you’re my woman, you’re the person at the top of my list. When you text, I respond. When you call, I answer on the first ring. I’m never too fucking busy for you. Don’t treat me with the same respect, then I’m gone.” He stepped closer to me, getting in my face like a drill sergeant. “Do you fucking understand me?”
He was the first man to shut me up without actually telling me that. I nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes…I understand.”
“And?” He came a little closer, his eyes wide and wild.
“I’m sorry…and it won’t happen again.”
“Damn right, it won’t happen again.” He stepped back, his eyes still unforgiving.
If this was the way he treated his men, then I believed he really did have the power to make people obey, to run an underground organization with unquestionable authority. He was a terrifying adversary.
I wanted him more than ever…and I had no idea why. If another man treated me that way, I’d forget about him and move on. I’d fight tooth and nail. But in this case, it was actually a relief to submit.
With his shoulders tense and his arms flexed, he stared at me coldly. “You just gonna stand there?”
I was mesmerized by those blue eyes, hypnotized by his power. It was the first time I was actually intimidated by him, by the way he carried himself, the way he commanded respect so naturally. I came from a line of powerful men, but I had never experienced anything like this.
He continued to stare at me, waiting.
I slowly stepped into his chest, my hands moving to his stomach as I looked at my fingertips. Just touching him there made me feel a spark of emotion that was inexplicable. We hadn’t even been seeing each other a few weeks, but it somehow felt like months, felt like I’d known him all my life…even though I didn’t know him at all.
I lifted my gaze and looked into his eyes, feeling that emotion grow once our eyes were connected.
He seemed to feel what I felt, because with every passing second, his hostility lessened. He could read every emotion in my expression and matched it, like he knew I wasn’t just sorry, but I was so overwhelmed by these feelings…the way I felt about him.
I wanted to cry…and I had no idea why.
I grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down, rising on my tiptoes so I could press my forehead against his. I didn’t want a kiss or sex. I just wanted him, to feel this undeniable emotion that always erupted between us, like volcanoes that constantly spewed lava all at the same time.
He closed his eyes once he felt me, like he could feel my heartbeat and match it. His hands finally cupped my face, and he held me like that, just feeling the rush of whatever it was we both felt at the same time. “You’re the only man who’s ever made me feel this way…”
He opened his eyes and stared at my lips. “What way?”
“I don’t know…like this.”
He pulled away so he could look into my gaze, his large hands still on my cheeks and neck. “Because you’re my woman. And that’s how a man is supposed to make a woman feel.”
He leaned against the pillows with his hands on my ass, his eyes on mine as he watched me move up and down his length. His thumbs reached across my stomach until they touched the sides of my belly button. His breathing was deep and slow, his face slightly tinted because he enjoyed every second of this slow session.
My back was arched dramatically, and I rose and fell down his length, his come slathering his length as it seeped out of my slit. My hands gripped his shoulders, and I kept going, satisfied but determined to continue. I just liked having him inside me, like feeling how hard he was for me no matter how many times he had me.
His hand moved into my hair, and he brought my face to his so he could kiss me, give me soft and hot kisses as I continued to move down his length with snaillike slowness. We’d been doing this all day and into the night, taking each other nice and slow, completely different from the way he took me last time he was here.
My body was exhausted, my pussy sore, but I kept going because I couldn’t get enough of this man. My mind was a blank slate because I had no thoughts at all. Sex with him was a form of meditation, when everything else in my life didn’t matter at all.
Only this mattered.
I kissed him back before I pulled away, whimpering against his lips because I came again for no real reason. This man just made me collapse with his presence, with his touch, with his powerful soul. I stopped grinding against him and sat on his length, coming around again. I wasn’t sure how many orgasms I’d had because I’d lost count after the third one.
He let me finish before his hand started to guide my ass up and down again. Within seconds, he came, pushing his feet against the bed to raise his hips and pump into me as he gave me his seed. A quiet moan escaped his lips as he finished. It didn’t even seem like he needed to come, but now he was used to the contact of our bare skin that he couldn’t control it the way he used to when we used condoms. When he finished, he left me on his lap so he could look at me.
His hand brushed into my hair and pulled it from my face before he kissed me again, his eyes open.
Was sex always this good for him with other women?
Because it was never this good for me.
I got off him so he could go to the bathroom and clean off. Tired and satisfied, I lay there, my eyes closed as I drifted in a peaceful existence. I didn’t fall asleep, but my mind disassociated from reality. I didn’t even notice when he returned.
He leaned over the bed and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. I have to go.”
My eyes snapped open, and the dread suddenly hit me like a high-velocity train. I sat up and looked at the time, having no idea how late it was. I’d put my dilemma to the back of my mind because I didn’t want to deal with it until I absolutely had to.
Now, I had to.
He studied my worried reaction.
“Can you stay…?” I couldn’t betray my brother and tell Heath the truth. I shouldn’t have overheard that information in the first place. But I didn’t want him to go either.
He grabbed his clothes off the floor and got dressed. “No. I have something to take care of.”
No.
“Please.” I got out of bed and faced him.
He turned to me and watched me, his eyes narrowing. “Baby, what is it?” He knew me so well that he understood something was wrong.
I kept my mouth shut and breathed through the pain of my silence. My eyes shifted back and forth as I looked at him, anxiety pulling me under. “I just want you to stay…”
He pulled the shirt over his head and accepted my explanation. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
No, you won’t.
He buttoned his jeans and grabbed his things before he headed to the door.
Oh my god.
I followed him to the door, naked because I didn’t care about getting dressed. If I told him, Damien would probably figure out it was me who’d given him the heads-up. And if I did tell Heath, what would he do in retaliation? Would he hurt Damien? Would this war escalate further? Would he die anyway? Or worse, would my brother die?
