Page 77 of Perfect Liar

Pulling my knees to my chest, I rested my chin there and stared at the mattress.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, Elle?”

I whipped my head around to find his eyes.

“What? No, I don’t want you to leave me alone.”

He stalked into the room and pinned me against the bed.

“Good. It’s too late for that anyway.”

And then he kissed me savagely.

I pushed his face away from mine.

“I fucking warned you,” he said.

Then he sat upright, pulling me onto his lap, and I locked my legs around his waist. He pushed hair away from my face.

As I rocked my pelvis, I let my head fall back and moaned softly, wanting more.

His hands grabbed on to my hips, and he made me stop.

“Don’t do that. I want to say something first.”

I nodded.

“Tell me.”

With his forehead against mine, he hesitated for a minute before going on.

“They want me dead as well. I want you to understand the full extent of our situation. Together, we’re perceived as an even greater threat.”

“How do you know this?”

“MI5’s director general informed me about a year ago.”

I hated those insane men, that sick fucking order of assholes.

“Is there anything else I should know?”

He shook his head.

“No. You have my word. I’ll never lie to you, Elle. When I give my word, you can count on it.”

I believed him.

Will wasn’t a liar. He was loyal to the point of obsession.

So I nodded and took his face between my hands.

“Why not tell me sooner there’s a target on your own back?”

“Keeping you safe is what matters. I didn’t want to upset you any further.”

“Upset me? It troubles me, yes, deeply. But do you think I’m so fragile that knowing the truth might break me?”

“No. Fuck no. I don’t believe that for a minute.”

---