Page 105 of Liar
“Diego. You’re my brother and I love you with all my heart. But you are interrupting my wedding night. Whatever deal you think you made with him, I’m overriding it. This may be difficult for you, but this is my life. My decision. This marriage will never end with an annulment. Hayden is going to be my husband in every way.”
The phone shakes beneath the wave of cursing that follows. Hayden rolls to his feet and takes it from my hand.
“Diego.”
“Thank fucking God. Don’t let her persuade you—”
“She’s mine. Understand?” He disconnects and tosses the phone aside. To my relief, it doesn’t ring again.
“Luciana.” He steps toward me. “Beautiful, innocent Luciana.” I’m scooped up into his arms.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you how this would end.”
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He sets me onto my feet by the bed.
“Sit on the edge of the mattress,” he softly commands. “I want to kiss you first.”
Not sure if I like his bossy tone, but I’m not going to argue about it after we’ve come so far. I settle onto the edge. “Now kiss me.”
He drops to his knees in front of me. “So fucking innocent.”
I gasp at the light sweep of his lips on my inner thigh followed by the soft press of his tongue. It’s unexpected but nice. He nudges my legs apart then kisses a trail from my thigh to ankle. “It feels good.”
He sits back on his heels to look at me. “You really have no idea. It gets better.”
He’s far beyond my realm of experience. I dislike knowing other women have been before me or that I’ll be compared to his young love Aurora. I wish he’d just tossed me on the bed and taken my virginity like it’s his right. Gentleness from this man is as unsettling as his brutality.
“Do you know how beautiful you are right now?”
I flush pink, naked and exposed, my jealousy forgotten.
“Tonight, I’ll take your innocence. But I’ll give you something in return. Honesty.”
“Honesty?” I tease, as if he didn’t just offer me a path to his soul. “Not pleasure?”
Hayden is admittedly the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. The wicked smile that spreads across his face takes that attraction to a different level. Dios, I want to wake up every morning to such a look. Rejoice in the rareness of it. Bask in the knowledge that that smile is for me.
“I bet you taste sweet.”
He places his hands beneath my knees, tugs me forward, and positions my legs over his shoulders.
I’m shocked, and excited. “What are you doing?”
“Finding out.”
His head disappears between my thighs, and I gasp at the kiss he places over my underwear, yet still right there. His lips caress skin never touched by a man. Featherlight kisses, high on my inner thighs, low on my stomach. Teasing me when all I want is another kiss there. Honesty, he said. “More there, please.”
“Here?” He nibbles the skin near my hipbone, shifts and finds the same place on the other side. “Or here?” He’s playful in his torture.
I wind my fingers through his hair and tug his head forward. “Kiss my pussy.”
His mouth settles over me, warm and wet, then he sucks on my sensitive flesh like a meal he wants to eat whole. It feels naughty, even more so when he flattens his tongue against the thin material and forces his way between my folds. Everything feels hot, his mouth, my pussy, the thought of what else he might do.
He hooks his thumbs beneath the thin material just above my hips and snaps the thong into two. He tosses it to the side before—Lord help me, covering me with his mouth once again. Except this time and without warning, he spears me with his tongue.
“Oh,” I gasp.
