Page 35 of Conflicted Lies

Braxton

The fire I knew she always had in her is bright as the fucking sun right now. Her porcelain skin is smooth and blemish free—no bruises or bite marks to be seen. I have every intention of fixing that very soon. I want to pull her against me, but the big “fuck off” behind her gaze stops me. She nods at me. “Your turn.”

I love the way this woman, without so much as knowing it yet, wields power like a queen. She might seem innocent, but in the bedroom, she’s as demanding as any woman who won’t have her time wasted. She looks down on me like she’s superior, and it makes me want to break the little brat.

“Do you think it’s your turn to make the rules?” I taunt.

Fuck, it turns me on, though.

“Yes.”

My smile grows as I pull my shirt over my head. Her gaze roams over my arm, which is covered in tattoos, and then she swallows hard as it moves to my chest and abs. Even in her perfectly polished way, I can see the flutter of nerves and curiosity. I like throwing her off balance as much as she does me.

I begin to slowly undo my pants, enjoying her growing impatience. She clearly understands that I’m teasing her. She’s the perfect example of how to deceive people with innocence. Because while she gives off good-girl vibes, we both know she’s anything but. I drop my pants to the ground, and as I step toward her, she takes a step back, shaking her head no. My cock twitches at her dismissal as she stares at it longingly. She wants to play, but only by her rules. I supposed I could give in a little.

She’s not smiling, but she doesn’t look away either. I don’t really know if she saw my cock last time. I know her fingers wrapped around it, but now she can see all of me.

“You like what you see, Shortcake?”

“I’ve seen bigger,” she drawls.

“You’ll be punished for that lie.”

“I hope so. And let’s just pray it’s not all talk,” she whispers, her blue eyes finally coming back to mine. My cock throbs at the challenge, and it takes everything in me not to reach for her, throw her over my shoulder, and take her to my bed to have my way with her. I want to savor my time with her.

It’s like neither of us is willing to make the first move because the moment we do, all inhibitions will be lost. Who we are outside of this room will become irrelevant, and there will be nothing left in the aftermath but shattered pieces.

Her vanilla and strawberry scent wraps around me, and I’m suddenly craving something sweet. Something like a shortcake. Slowly, she skims her fingers over her hips, the dip in her waist, those curves a fucking magnet for any man she walks past. She caresses the skin of her stomach, then higher, until she grabs her huge, heavy tits.

Perfect tits.

Perfect pussy.

Perfect woman.

Teasing me like it was her goddamn purpose in this world.

And still not making a move to come any closer.

I let her touch herself, enjoy every fucking second of the show she’s putting on for me. And she knows I’m enjoying it; my rock-hard dick is all the evidence she needs. She knows how much I want her. This isn’t a game of lies anymore; we just need to get this frustration and conflict out of our bloodstreams.

I need her like my very last breath, and I hope to drown in her pussy.

And I plan to fuck her so brutally she’ll barely be able to stumble out of this room and back into reality. Permanently marked and damaged by me.

CHAPTER20

Hope

Ifucking love it.

The way he watches me.

The palpable tension that threads around us like silken black tendrils. Knowing the moment we touch… we’re damned.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

But I’ve never wanted anything more.

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