Page 16 of Don't Lie To Me

“I know everything I need to. Someone hurt you, and I want to know who the fuck it is so I can deal with him.”

I close my eyes and inhale deeply. It makes it easier that I can’t see him right now. It’s bad enough I can feel his rage toward the unknown person he thinks hurt me.

“We’re not leaving this bath until you talk to me about it,” he says after some time, with utter determination.

“Why the hell do you care? I’m just some girl you fucked on your vacation. You will go back to Italy, and I will become a distant memory, that’s all.”

“You have no idea who you are to me. Don’t make assumptions.” He twists so I’m forced to look at him. “Tell me.”

Who I am to him? My heart races. What is he talking about? “I can’t,” I whisper. Part of me wishes I would talk to someone about the trauma I still carry around with me, but I know it’s impossible. Even with my brothers. It’s better if I keep it all locked up in the past.

“You can, you’re just being stubborn,” he snips, and I know he’s not going to let it go easily.

His last comment has me seeing red. Fuck him, he can’t just keep me hostage here in this bath with him, demanding I tell him about my past when I fucking don’t want to. I try to get out of his grip, holding on to the side of the bath for leverage, but it’s no use. He fights me, pinning me under his strong arms so I can’t move, sendingwaves of water sloshing over the sides of the bath. I’m stuck in here, he’s way too strong for me.

“I don’t talk about what happened to my mom,” I snap back at him furiously.

I feel him flinch, and then he loosens his grip on me. “I’m sorry, Sloane. I thought I could help.”

I get out of the bath, water drenching the bathmat and tiles below. “No, you thought, just like every other male in my life, that you could be a fucking hero. Go and take care of the asshole who wronged me. Well, you can’t because the fucker is already dead, so let it go.” Hanging onto a railing, I find a plush towel and wrap it around my body, hugging my arms closer around myself as I head back into the room. I need to get the hell out of here.

I hear him get out of the bath, water spattering over the tiles as he follows me. “Where are you going?”

“Back to my birthday party,” I throw over my shoulder, not bothering to turn around. I can’t even look at him right now.

His hands come to my waist, and he pulls me in close to him so I can’t escape. “I shouldn’t have pushed you.” He kisses my hair, inhaling deeply. “Stay with me tonight.”

“What?” I snap, bitchy as hell. Is he serious?

“You heard me, doll face, I want to spend the night with you.” His hand trails down my side landing on my waist, and he draws me even closer to him like he can’t stand to have our bodies even an inch apart.

“Why?” I ask, a little more confused than anything else. Didn’t he get what he wanted already? Even if it was probably a monumental fuck-up of a screw, from what he would be used to. “I’m not a good lay, you would be better off going back to that party and finding some other chick to pleasure you,” I mutter.

He spins me so our eyes are locked. “Do you always use your bitchy attitude to push people away when you’re feeling insecure?”

My heart races like crazy again. “Fuck you.”

“This time I’m going to fuck you.” His lips morph into a grin as he says it.

I’m not sure if it’s because he is pushing my buttons or because of the way he’s looking at me, still with so much heat in his eyes, but he just makes me feel so erratic and so turned on. Instead of running like my body is telling me to, I reach up on my toes and kiss him again. This time though, it’s on my terms completely. Forcing him back until he hits the bed, I come back down on top of him.

He shoves our towels out of the way so our bodies are touching. I can feel he is already hard again. Christ, I’m not going to survive the night. He rolls us so he’s on top of me. “I’ll take that as a yes.” His lips turn up at the sides, looking way too powerful and sexy as hell.

Chapter 7

Hopingtosneakoutof the room before Romeo wakes up, I go to step out of bed, but as I do, I feel thick fingers wrap tightly around my wrist. With one quick tug he has me back by his side, then he rolls on top of me, peering down in all his sleepy, sex-mussed perfection. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He smirks devilishly. “It’s your birthday, I need to give you your gift.”

My birthday. I cringe, wishing I could just bypass the day all together. “I have a club to run, I can’t lie in bed all day,” I throw back at him.

He checks his watch. “It’s only eight a.m. I think your nightclub will survive a little longer without you overseeing it.” He stares me down, and I know he’s serious. He’s so intense. He has been all night. We would drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, then I would wake to his lips on me again. We didn’t have penetrative sex again, but we did everything else, until I eventually passed out from exhaustion. The man is insatiable, and I reckon we would have gone all damn night if I could have kept up with him.

“Part of me is starting to think you have plans to keep me in this room with you forever.”

His eyes light up. “Seems like a good idea to me.”

A small flash of fear comes over me from the seriousness of his tone. “Romeo,” I warn him.

His lips twitch up at the sides in a playful smile. “I’m kidding. Stay with me one more hour, then I will let you get on with your day.” I feel his hard cock at my entrance, and he pushes the tip in just a little, teasing me. I’m wet as fuck all ready, knowing this might just be that last chance I have to screw him properly. Last night was special, but I know I’m not going to leave a lasting impression on him of the best fuck ever.

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