Page 7 of Tainted Truth

Her irritation sets in as she frowns and raises her voice. “Why are you here? If it’s just to torture me, then leave. You guys think you have the right to just do whatever the fuck you want? You handcuff me to the bed, you take my phone, and you all walk around all sexy, like it’s your job to look like sex on a stick! And I just have to lay here and do nothing? It’s infuriating!”

“Well, I think I have a right to be in my own room,” I say with a confident shrug and stalk towards her.

Spencer gasps, seemingly panicked, as her eyes go wide and lock with mine.

“What did you think? That we just had an extra room?” I lean over her and place one knee on the bed next to her hip. I raise my brows at her condescendingly to get a reaction, and man, does she react.

“I want to go to a different room!” If she was standing, she’d be stomping her foot.

Goading her shouldn’t be the goal, but this is the first time she’s talked to me in forty-eight hours. I’ll take whatever words of hers I can get.

I need them.

I chuckle, placing my hands on either side of her hips as she sits up straight with her one hand secured to my headboard. I lower until my mouth is almost touching hers. “You want to go to Asher’s room?”

“No.” She clenches her jaw, and a vein in her temple pulses.

Button pushed.

Her cheeks turn a bright red as I lower my body and align my dick with her pussy.

My voice drops to let her know how serious I am. “Like hell will I ever let you out of this room, let alone this bed, while you’re in danger. Especially not when you’re lying here like you’ve been waiting for me, all day, to come home and fuck you.”

“Oh, please. No need to turn into a caveman.” She attempts to sound indignant, but her words come out breathy.

“I will never take chances when it comes to your safety.”

She turns her head to avoid the intensity in my eyes, but I want her eyes on me, drinking me in. I need her just as obsessed with me as I am with her.

“Tell me something, Angel. Are you wet?”

“What?”

“Do you think I didn’t notice how you squeezed these sexy thighs when I walked in? How your pulse increased when I stood over you?” I rock my hips forward. When she feels how hard I am, she moans.

“I don’t want this.”

“Don’t want this, or don’t want to admit how much you want this?”

She opens her mouth, and I cut her off before she can speak. “Don’t lie, Spencer. I know when you’re lying.”

“No, you don’t!” she protests and then looks me right in the eye. “I. Don’t. Want. This.” But her gaze darts to the left for a split second.

“Lie,” I growl. Sitting up, I yank her shorts off. She fights me, but her struggle just makes it easier. She’s wearing a simple white thong and right in the middle, there’s a wet spot.

“Lie to me again, Angel. Try it. Tell me how you don’t want my fat cock thrusting into your pussy until you come, screaming my name.”

Her nostrils flare and her free hand grips the sheets, but she doesn’t deny it.

Finally.

Dipping my head, I drag my nose across her covered pussy and breathe her in. “Heaven. You smell like heaven. Just like I knew you would.”

Hooking my fingers in her thong, I drag it down her long legs. Tossing it to the side, I run my hands up her inner thighs. She parts for me without protest. I kiss and suck the skin on her inner thighs as I make my way upward.

Just her smell and the little noises she’s making almost have me coming in my jeans. It takes all my willpower to hold it back.

I knew I’d get to this point with Spencer one day, but I was not prepared. Her glistening pussy is more beautiful than I imagined.

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