Page 17 of Broken Truths

He shrugs. “If needed. I didn’t think it would go as well as it did, especially since he came out looking like a hillbilly with a gun in his hand.”

I chuckle. “I’ve created a monster.”

“Maybe it was always begging to get out.”

James says something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like “I concur.” Oliver whips his gaze toward the front of the car, but I interrupt, tugging his lips down to mine.

Monster or prince, whatever Oliver decides to be, I’m glad he’s here.

I pull just a little bit away, staring into his dazzling eyes. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

He smirks. “Yes.”

His response makes me grin wider. “I love that cockiness.” I kiss him again, and he groans into my mouth.

“James, you might need to step outside and go for a walk.”

I roll my eyes. “He’s driving, Oliver. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Even better.” He flashes his eyes at me, and before I know it, the car is pulled over and the door slams shut behind James.

“Oliver…”

“Always saying my name like that… Like it’s going to change my mind.” He looks at me like I’m a delicious meal made only for him. “Just something quick. I need to get time with you somehow.”

Right there, in the middle of the woods, Oliver spreads my legs and devours me with my back propped against the rear door, my fingers grasping onto the seats as I fight back every scream, taking it out on the car upholstery instead.

Before he makes me come, I stop him, carelessly tearing at his zipper and the button on his pants until I free his cock.

These men make me crazy. It’s as if my fill of all of them only drives my desire that much more.

I ride Oliver’s cock in the back of the Mini Cooper. We steam up the windows, the vehicle rocking with the force of our bodies coming together until I’m coming like a cannon on top of him, unable to keep my cries inside this time.

Oliver slows the pace, fucking me nice and deep while I come down until he, too, finds his release in sure, languid strokes, groaning like coming inside me is the greatest torment.

“All the times I thought about being with you like this… My imagination couldn’t have conjured up the real thing, Eden Astor. Ever.”

He stares down to where we’re connected, our clothes just barely brushed aside, moved hastily until we got what we wanted. His rippled abs constrict and release with every breath he takes.

“I love you, Ollie.”

He shudders, then grips my hair while he stares into my eyes. “I love you, too.”

6

Leo

Icheck my phone briefly and tuck it away again after finding a text from Eden.We’re back home.

Wecould only mean her and the prince, and I can’t help the swell of jealousy that swarms over me. Of course, sitting here in my grandfather’s house across from my cousin and the sinister old man hasn’t helped my emotions today.

My heels tap against the floor as Grandfather walks around the table, gesturing with his hands. I lost interest in what he was saying a few minutes ago. I’m not being a very good spy, but I can’t stop thinking about her. Her strength. Her anger.

I glare at Vincent. I can’t believe Eden used the favor she was owed on me. Thinking of how many other things she could’ve used it on makes me realize how much she wanted me to suffer.

Vincent didn’t even need her to turn in a favor to fuck me over. He loves messing with me, which is why I love messing with him—mainly taking any girl I want away from him.

Not anymore, though. None of the others matter.

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