Page 100 of Liars

Our bodies moved together in sync, lacking any weird awkwardness or clumsiness to find a rhythm. It was as if we’d done this a dozen times before.

My fingers tangled into his hair, needing him closer, which didn’t make a whole lot of sense since we were as close as two people could get physically, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more of him.

And when the second orgasm tore through me, I shattered completely. The world tilted on its axis, and if it wasn’t for themattress pressing into my back, I swore I would have fallen to the center of the earth.

Kreed followed seconds later, his body stiffening, his grip on my waist bruising as he buried himself deep, letting out a guttural groan that sent another shiver through me.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was our ragged breathing. Our bodies were still tangled together, and our skin was slick with sweat.

Then reality came crashing back.

Holy. Crap.

What the hell had I done?

I’d just slept with Kreed. How had I ended up here? In his bed? In his arms? Tangled with him?

Poppy was wrong. Kreed definitely didn’t have a problem kissing during sex, and I’d been a fool to think this would only happen once. Because I already craved more. Not just the sex but him. Kreed Corvo—the moody, infuriating, dangerous asshole.

There had to be worse things than falling for my godfather’s son.

Like being killed. Or abducted. Or?—

I swallowed hard.

This wasn’t the end all be all.

And yet…

It felt like the beginning of something I could never come back from.

We lay in bed, the sheet barely covering us, my head resting on Kreed’s chest as my fingers traced the ink on his arm. The warmth of his skin seeped into me, grounding me in a moment I wasn’t sure I wanted to hold on to—or let go of.

I was taking a tour of his tattoos. My fingertips skimmed over the raven etched into his skin. “This one…the raven. Is that for the Crew?” I asked.

His body stiffened beneath me. Just barely, but I felt it. “Don't ask questions you don't want answers to,” he murmured, his voice a low warning in the dark.

My fingers curled against his arm, listening as his heart beat steadily under my cheek. “Who said I don’t want to know? I want the truth. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

His breath came slower now, measured. A beat of silence stretched between us before he exhaled. “The Crew isn’t just some name. It means something to each of us. Different things. But also the same. A level of respect. Honor.”

“Like family,” I said, tilting my head up to look at him. “But not like the one you have in this house.”

His jaw tensed. His eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked to mine. Then, after a long moment, he nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”

I wanted to press. To dig deeper. To pull out whatever it was he wasn’t saying, but I’d learned if I pushed too hard, he’d shut down. He’d shut me out. And the idea of him closing that door between us, after everything that had just happened, sent a bitter sting through my chest.

So I let it go.

For now.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to an empty bed. The sheets were still warm where he'd been, his scent clinging to them, to me. I lay still, listening to the sounds of someone moving around the room, a whisper of fabric as he pulled on his sweatpants and hoodie. He didn’t know I was awake, and I did not move to alert him. Instead, I watched through half-lidded eyes as he ran a hand through his hair, the muscles in his back flexing, the tattoo spanning his shoulder blades faintly visible in the dim light.

Had I appreciated the view of his bare ass before he covered it up?

Hell yes.

Why shouldn’t I?

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