Page 17 of Twisted Lies 3
Something had to give before I lost my ever-loving mind.
I had been masturbating nonstop, like a raging hormonal high schooler, but it still hadn’t been enough to sate the palpable desire to fuck him senseless. Maybe Jade was right. I should just concede to my base urges and have sex with him. Yep, one hard round of hot and sweaty fucking would be enough to extinguish this insane fixation.
My cell buzzed.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hello, Sin,” Core responded in that wickedly sexy voice that always seemed to make my cunt clench, hard.
I cleared my throat. “What do you want, Core?”
“You on my bed with my face between your gorgeous legs.”
The words, the sheer certainty in his rich voice, sent heat stabbing through me.Shit. I’m seriously in lust with this man.
“Not going to happen, Core.”
He laughed. “Yet.”
There was a fluttering in my stomach. “Ever,” I finished.
“And just when things were going so well between us, you have to turn this into a fight.”
“I’m working,” I snapped with way more harshness than intended.
“I’m sending over a surprise for you.”
My body stilled. “I don’t like surprises.” My pounding heartbeat grew loud in my ears.
He laughed huskily. “Liar.”
I grimaced. “You know you’re an ass, right?”
My doorbell rang.
“So I’ve been told,” he responded dryly. “Go answer the door.”
The line went dead.
Prowling over to the door with anxiousness and anticipation curled up in the pit of my stomach, I peered through the peephole. Standing at my door was a woman with sleek, flaming-red tresses left loose around her shoulders. Opening the door, I was stunned by her striking facial features—her dark autumn skin tone contrasted with her red hair, giving her an exotic vibe. Her eyes were shielded by aviators.
“Yes?” I asked, shaking myself out of my blossoming girl crush.
The woman whipped off her sunglasses, smiling impishly. “Sin Michaels?”
I cocked my head to the side. “Uh-huh.”
Her almond-shaped black eyes lit with a twinkle of mischief. “I must say, you’re even more gorgeous in person.”
Arching a brow, I said, “Thank you?”
She stuck out her hand. “I’m Zuri, Core McKay’s well-paid minion.”
“Okay.” Backing away, I eyed her hand like it was a snake.
Zuri shrugged before letting it drop.
“So what does my lord and master want now? A pint of blood? My firstborn?”
