Page 99 of Liars

“I thought I told you to stay out of trouble.” The hunger in his eyes made me want to find out.

My chest rose and fell with every breath, but the one thing I wasn’t was afraid. “You also said I’m the trouble. And if that’s true, I don’t want to make trouble with anyone else.” His pulse thrummed under my lips as I pressed them to his neck.

“Kaylor,” he groaned and pressed a kiss to the scar on my shoulder.

A shiver rolled through me as his head dipped. I fucking melted into him, pushing my fingers into his hair, and held on for dear life as his mouth closed over my nipple.

His tongue flicked over my tight bud, and I moaned, pressing myself deeper into his mouth. He felt so damn good, my breasts growing heavy and aching for more. The sweet torture between his hot mouth and the cool air when he switched to the other side had me on the verge of begging or threatening him. It was a toss-up between which.

I needed to do something with my hands and mouth before I lost my mind. My nails skimmed down his chest to the flat ripples of his abs. He had the most breathtaking body. Not too muscular that his muscles were too big for his head but this perfect balance. His strength was almost deceiving. I’d seen what he could do with his fists on more than one occasion. Kreed had a quiet, dangerous temper, but I’d never felt safer in my life than when I was with him.

I loved the way his abs constricted under my featherlight touch and the way his breath caught as I moved lower, skating the edges of his boxers. A smile curved on my face as my fingers slipped inside, closing around him.

Kreed dragged a hiss through his teeth, his head tipping back as if he were in pain—or maybe restraint. His eyes flickered shut, the muscles in his jaw tight, straining. But I didn’t stop. I tightened my grip, watching his reaction like a predator watching its prey. The way his body trembled beneath my touchand the way he exhaled in a broken rasp, sent a vicious thrill through me.

The throb between my legs pulsed, intensifying with every slow stroke of my hand.God, I want him.The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t just some reckless attraction. It was something far more dangerous.

Kreed’s lips brushed my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin, before pressing a slow, deliberate kiss over the scar that marred my flesh. A contradiction—gentle and possessive all at once. “I might’ve been wrong,” he murmured, his voice rough, barely restrained.

I dragged my fingers over him, taking my time. “About what?”

His teeth raked over my skin again, this time harder, as if punishing me for testing him. “About you staying out of trouble.”

Beads of his arousal glistened at the tip of his shaft, and for the first time in my life, I had the urge to take him in my mouth—to taste him, to claim him in a way that went beyond control. But moving would mean losing the sinful exploration of his lips on my body, and I wasn’t ready for that to end. Not yet.

His mouth traced a scorching path up my neck. “Are you implying you’re trouble?” I whispered, my fingers squeezing to see him react.

He chuckled darkly, a sound that made my stomach clench. “Not implying. Iamtrouble, little raven.” His tongue flicked against my earlobe before he sucked it between his teeth, making me gasp. “And if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to show you just how much trouble we can get into together.”

Before I could tease him further, he grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the mattress, shifting down my body. His head lowered between my breasts, and I barely bit back a moan when his tongue flicked against my skin.

I let him take control as I wasn’t finished exploring him. He’d unlocked something in me—this insatiable hunger, this desperate need to feel, to consume, to be consumed. I didn’t just want him. I needed him.

His hands skimmed up the insides of my thighs, his fingers trailing fire along my skin. “Fuck, you’re soft,” he muttered. “I don’t think I’ve ever touched anything this smooth.”

My teeth sank into my lip to stifle the moan threatening to break free, my body betraying me as my hips arched toward him. “Do you have protection?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for the nightstand, grabbed a foil packet, and twirled it between his fingers as he settled back over me, his weight deliciously heavy. “Are you sure?”

If he stopped now, I might actually cause him bodily harm instead of pleasure. I snatched the condom from his hand, tearing it open. “I’m sure.” Maybe I’d regret it tomorrow. Maybe this was the worst decision I’d ever make. But right now, none of that mattered. Tonight, I only wanted to live in the moment with Kreed.

His expression darkened like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He rolled the condom on, positioning himself between my legs. I tilted my hips, desperate, but he took his damn time, teasing, torturing.

If he’d asked me to beg, I would’ve. Thank God, he didn’t.

He pushed inside me, inch by excruciating inch, his body stretching mine in a way that made my nails sink into his back. My breath caught in my throat.

His eyes locked on to mine, and for the first time, I saw something raw in them—something vulnerable—something that mirrored the chaos inside me. The way he looked at me, as if I were the only thing in his universe, shattered the walls aroundmy heart. It was as if he understood too well the depth of my pain and was more than willing to absorb it.

“Jesus,” he ground out, his forehead pressing against mine. “You’re so fucking tight.” He pulled out slowly, his strokes torturous, teasing, forcing a moan from my lips.

I smirked despite how close I was to unraveling. “Don’t tell me Kreed Corvo can’t last more than two minutes.” My words were ironic, considering I was so damn close to tumbling over the edge. My own pleasure teetered so much that if he hit the right spot I’d be the one who couldn’t last.

His laugh was sinful, breathless. “You ever had multiple orgasms, little raven?”

No, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him when he seemed sure of himself, but damn, if he didn’t make good on it. The first consumed me before I could get my snarky reply out. My back bowed on a gasp as the waves of pleasure rocked through every cell in my body. Like a prayer, Kreed’s name passed through my lips over and over again.

He sealed his smug mouth over mine. Possessive. Commanding. Branding. No one in the world kissed like Kreed did. He didn’t hold back. He gave everything in just a kiss. Truthfully, it was more than just a kiss. It was everything, made me feel everything. Weak. Buzzing. Whirling. Humming. Floating. Above all, consuming desire.

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