Page 160 of Sinful Lies

“Because you’re everything I never knew I needed.”

Her pulse quickened beneath my fingers.

She swallowed hard, her chest rising against mine as her eyes softened.

“If you died,” I murmured, “I’d burn the world to get you back. Tear it apart, piece by piece, until nothing was left. Then, I’d build it all over again, just for you, Jade.”

Her hands slid across my chest as she dipped her head.

Her tongue dragged along my neck.

“You’re getting soft, Lazzio,” she murmured. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me.

My thumb tugged at her bottom lip.

“Obsession isn’t softness, Jade. Learn the difference.”

Her smirk was infuriating.

She leaned closer, her eyes dipping to my mouth.

“Obsession, huh?”

Her fingers found the first button of my dress shirt, popping it free.

I caught her lips with mine, swallowing the sound that escaped her throat. Her nails dug into my chest, dragging heat through my skin as another button came undone, then another.

“Why don’t you go down on women, Angelo?”

I blinked, taken aback.

“Don’t act surprised, boss. Word gets around. Seems the ladies just can’t wrap their heads around a so-called Don Juan who avoids eating pussy and hates missionary.”

I kept quiet as her lips trailed along my neck, biting and sucking before she licked her way up to my ear.

“But don’t worry,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin, “your reputation as a sex god is still somehow magically intact. Even with all those… little limitations.”

I ran my tongue over my teeth. “I don’t do it because I don’t like it. Eating pussy? Too fucking personal. I fuck from behind because I like being in control, and take what I want.”

Control was everything to me.

Part of me knew it stemmed from what had happened when I was younger—being tied up, powerless. That shit sticks with you. The idea of losing control again? It felt like drowning.

But yet… with her, I didn’t mind at all.

Actually, it was, for some fucking reason, almostfreeing.

I wouldn’t tell her though—that she’s the only woman I’d ever eaten out. Not because I thought it was shameful, but because I liked knowing that she was the only one whose taste I’d known.

That secret? It was fucking delicious. Just like her.

She tilted her head. “But why do you do it with me, Angelo?”

“Because I want to give youeverything, Jade—everything you need, everything you crave—even if it means being at your mercy.”

She’d hinted enough over the years what she loved, and I had known the second I touched her, all my boundaries would vanish.

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