Page 11 of Ly to Me
“I told you—I have business h-”
I brought her closer, reveling in her sharp breaths as they grazed over my lips. Staring at those lips, I bared my teeth. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Please, Car.” Her throat worked, her fingers wrapping around my wrist, trying to push me away.
My jaw clenched. “Don’t call me that.” My fingers tightened—almost hard enough to cut off her airway.
Her features softened along with her tone, her hands smoothing up my arms. “You know I have nowhere else—”
“No, what I know”—angry black dots spotted my vision—“is that you have another hole you could go crawlin’ back to. So go crawl on back.”
“I…I can’t, Car. Pl—”
“I told you—don’t. Call. Me. That.”
Her hands fell in defeat, her voice switching back to the one full of hatred as she dropped the defenseless act. “What do you want, then?”
“I want you to pay for it.”
“H-how?” She choked on the word until I ripped my hand from her throat and pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel before me beside the small shards of glass. Possibly on them.
I didn’t give a flying fuck either way.
She blinked back at me in confusion, wincing slightly. I looked up at the ceiling, expelling a heavy sigh as I ran my hand down the length of my throat before letting my head fall back down.
Fisting her hair, I tilted her head, forcing those big brown eyes to focus on my erection. Stroking my length over the fabric, her eyes widened. “You want free shit, then work for it.” My fist tightened in her hair, and she shrieked in pain.
“Jamie will let me stay. I don’t have to—”
“This ismyhouse, and if you think he has the patience to wait for you to give him what he wants, then you’re losing yourtouch.” I yanked on her hair, forcing her gaze up. “You’re not fooling me, sweetheart. I know you haven’t touched him.”
In a flash, her face twisted. “And what if I did? What if I kept Jamie awake all night, letting him f—”
I stopped rubbing my cock and shoved two fingers into her mouth, letting her choke on that last part. It was nothing more than lies, anyhow.
All lies, like her words had always been.
“Stop trying to use that tongue to lie to me and use it like I know you know how to.” I pushed deeper, pressing down on her tongue. My cock responded like it hadn’t been able to in years, begging to be released. But I kept my fingers down her throat and ordered, “Suck.”
She tried to pull back, wriggling her body against the cabinet and using her hands to push away from me. I seethed through my teeth as hers grazed my knuckles. Glaring down at her, I flicked her hollowed cheek. She glared back. “Don’t you dare use your teeth on me. I said ‘suck.’”
The thing about Ly was she appeared breakable, but she was a strong little thing. Always had been that way, too—a lying, man-eating, soulless woman with more bite than bark. As much as it seemed like she talked back to the fullest, I knew it was her silence that I, or any man, should be concerned about. Most women would either shut up and get lost, or snap back but leave it at that.
Not my little Ly.
Even now, I could see the gears turning in her head, plotting her revenge as she reluctantly did as I demanded. Only issue was—she’d crushed me long ago. Any revenge she could plot, I’d already done to myself because of her.
Well, now it was my fucking turn to change that.
I released her hair and palmed my painfully hard cock. Ly made sounds like she was trying to tell me off as she gloweredup at me, noticeably struggling to look anywhere but where I’d started stroking. My fingers pumped in and out of her mouth as I continued to fist myself over my sweats, a stream of drool falling from her plush lips only making me harder.
The moment she gave in and shifted her gaze, she hummed something that almost sounded like a moan. Her tongue grew eager, her jaw loosening, welcoming me.
Sweat beaded along the base of my spine, and my forehead tightened in anger. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it. She was supposed to be pissed. A popping sound filled the kitchen as I wrenched my fingers away and took several steps back.
“Stand the fuck up,” I growled low. Part of me wanted to spin her around and bend her over, rip one of the knives from the holder on the counter and force her to beg while I fucked her so hard, she’d scream loud enough for Jamie to hear. The other part wanted her to suffer, to long for me as much as I had longed for her.
She stood, and my attention fell to a trickle of blood falling from her knee. Her tiny fists clenched at her sides, just like mine did as I watched the red liquid move toward her ankle.
