Page 94 of Under the Lies

I almost fall against the cushion, but Noah’s other arm snakes around my chest and grips my neck. Noah moves at a controlled, torturous pace.

“I can’t,” I moan as he starts to pick up speed, giving himself over to the demand. The need.

He sticks two fingers in my mouth, his stubble brushing my cheek. “You can. Now suck.”

I do, taking his fingers in my mouth and am rewarded with another thrust. And another.

“That’s it, Sayer,” he burns into my skin.

Thrust. “You’ll take everything I give you, Sayer.”

Thrust. “You’ll beg for more.”

Thrust. Grunt. Thrust. “But this is mine.” His hand goes to my clit, rubbing the swollen bud and making me jolt. A tiny noise escaping. “You’re mine.”

He flicks my clit and that’s enough to send me over the edge, screaming his name. Noah’s hips pick up speed, more aggressive and wild before he quickly follows me in release.

My arms give out and I collapse into the couch, forehead resting on the cushions as I try to find my breathing.

I’m a limp, sweaty mess when I feel Noah’s hands reach for me. With one arm around my back, he dips low for his other to go to the bend in my knees, picking me up.

I’m cradled to his chest, barely able to keep my eyes open as he walks across the room to the stairs. I twist into his body, breathing him in. He smells like he always does, leather and amber and mahogany, mixed with more. Sex and me.

My eyes close before we make it halfway up the stairs, but I don’t care. I fall asleep feeling Noah’s lips on mine once more…even if it’s only part of my dreams.

“Fuck,” I mumble, tripping over something solid as I get off the elevator. Glaring at the culprit, I see Sayer’s school bag. What the fuck does she have in there? Bricks? Lead? Water bottles?

Eyeing it with distaste, I shove the bag against the wall before walking farther into my home.

Looking for the blonde that has me going up the damn wall.

I’ve spent hours, countless, painstakingly useless hours looking for the person who sent her that letter. As I have every day since she showed it to me. But today was different.

Last night, long after she went to sleep, a text was sent to her phone from an unsaved number.

I had some things to take care of after I put her in bed, knowing she was out by the time I laid her out on the mattress and maybe that’s why I felt compelled to give her the sweet kiss that I did, but when I came back downstairs to grab my phone, I heard hers go off.

Not caring it was going against her privacy, I checked it. I had to.

And I almost threw her phone across the room when I saw what was on it.

A picture zoomed in on Sayer and me, naked with her bent over the couch. A face of pure ecstasy.

Accompanied by it was a message.

Or rather, messages.

Sluts must run in the family.

Hope you enjoy your sister’s seconds.

It’s only a matter of time before he grows tired of you and I get my hands on you.

X

Forgetting the work I was going to do, I strolled to the window. The appearance of calm was just that, an appearance. I wanted to smash the phone, shatter the windows. And keep Sayer locked away.

I won’t do that though.

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