Page 128 of Beautiful Lies

“No, love. Look at me.” He catches my jaw, his fingers splayed over my neck. “Look at me when I fuck you.”

I do. I look at him. And it damn near destroys me.

Because in his eyes, I see something I never expected to find. Something far more dangerous than New York’s most-sought-after billionaire.

I see something that could break me in ways Chad never did.

It’s fueled with that fire that keeps burning between us.

“Knox…”

“Baby.”

He tenses, and his cock jerks inside me, then he grunts deep and comes.

I come, too, and we share the reckless release.

Feeling weak, I slacken against him, barely managing to grip his shoulders.

“Come home with me,” he mutters in my ear, the scruff of his beard brushing against my jaw.

“Do I have a choice?” I tease.

“Absolutely not.”

“Then I guess the answer is yes.”

He inches back to look at me and grins. “You’re learning, love. Learning to be mine.”

“I guess I am.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Knox

Only God knowshow Isla and I are going to make it back to the villa.

I ride the motorcycle like a demon through the streets, driving as fast as possible, butI’m getting turned on just from her gripping my waist.

The temptation to pull over somewhere and fuck her again nearly does me in. The only thing that steadies my mind—and my cock—is the thought of stripping her naked and taking her on the bed we haven’t slept in yet as husband and wife.

Obsession has me in its claws, and I know there’s no going back to the man I was even an hour ago. I’d already decided I wasn’t going to play this game of resistance anymore. But this thing that’s wormed into my brain…it’s something different.

Something more powerful than my will.

This woman has made me lose control in a way that feels addictive, and I could quite happily stay like this forever. Me with my girl on the back of my bike, free from the chains of theterms and conditions that bind us. Free from the past and all the reasons that used to make us enemies.

I want this life. And that’s dangerous because I wasn’t supposed to want my little artist so badly it feels like I can’t breathe if I don’t have her.

I wasn’t supposed to yearn for her. To desire her. Crave her like my next breath.

I wasn’t supposed towanther. Full stop.

I was the one who said this was just another contract.

It’s not. I don’t think it ever was.

Finally, we pull up outside the villa.