Page 186 of Sinful Lies

I leaned back, breathless, feeling my orgasm make its way up my legs, bursting through me as my pussy tightened around his cock, my head thrown back.

Millions of little butterflies fluttered between my legs, my juices pooling down his shaft as he let go of my hips and I rode him slowly now, my eyes locked on his like I couldn’t look away.

“I love you,” I breathed, going down slowly, watching his length disappear inside of me before I came back up again.

“I love you too,amore,” he said as his hands grabbed my face and his lips found mine again, this time softer, as I felt him pulse inside me.

His fingers dug into my skin before he groaned in my mouth and came inside me for the first time.

He leaned back, realizing what he’d done, and we both stared down as his cock softened and slid out of me. His cum leaked down my pussy, drop by drop. His finger reached down, smearing it on my folds, circling my clit as I hummed, pressing my forehead against his.

Then he forced his cum back inside me, his finger entering me slowly.

“Feel better?”

I shook my head, closing my eyes as a sigh escaped my lips.

I felt him reach for my thong and pants, pulling them up before he adjusted me onto his lap, settling me properly.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I did something bad, Angelo.Really, really bad.”

His lips dropped on mine again. “What did you do?”

I lied to you.

I betrayed you.

I tore apart everything we had, Angelo, even though you’re the only man I’ve ever loved.

I took a deep breath, letting it settle in my chest, before pulling away.

“I’ll be back,” I muttered.

I stood up and made my way to the bedroom, desperate to find what I needed so we could put an end to all of this.

As I rifled through my nightstand, his phone rang.

I heard him answer, his voice rough.

And then… complete silence.

My fingers found what I needed—the weight of it familiar in my hand.

When I walked back into the living room, he was standing in front of the window, facing away from me, his phone still gripped tightly in his hand. I stepped closer, and the moment he turned around, his eyes found mine.

It took no more than a second for him to understand what was happening.

The look in his eyes wasn’t surprise.

No, it was something darker—something much worse.

He knew.

He kneweverything.

His gaze slid down to the gun in my hand, and for a brief, sickening moment, I thought he might actually laugh.

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