Page 23 of Beautiful Lies

“This kind, Isla Monroe.” He slips a finger beneath my panties and slides right into my pussy like he’s closing a deal. Then he strokes my clit, massaging the sensitive nub.

The rush of pleasure hits me so hard I moan out loud and claw at his shoulders.

“You are so vile. I…hate… you.” The words don’t match the moan in my voice. I’m sure if anyone is listening, they wouldn’t believe me, either.

“Oh, but your pussy seems to love me.”

I open my mouth to protest, but nothing but a whimper falls from my lips.

He brushes his lips along my jaw as I arch against him. “Tell me to stop, love, and I might consider it.”

Bastard. He knows I can’t speak. But damn me. I don’t trust myself right now. I’m not sure that I would tell him to stop if I could.

Another moan hums from my chest, louder than before. I’m sure people can definitely hear me.

Knox gives me one small mercy—if I can call it that—by crushing his lips back to mine to swallow my moans.

But that’s as far as his mercy goes. He threads his fingers through my hair and goes back to working my pussy, pumping his fingers in and out while he kisses me.

His pumps speed up, hard and fast.

Then I break.

And God help me, for one reckless heartbeat, I let him own me.

He’s leading us into this madness, but I’m the one letting him.

He finger-fucks me, pounding into me like he’s trying to brandthe lessoninto my body.

I hardly get the chance to think before a ruthless orgasm takes me and I’m moaning against him, utterly lost in pleasure.

I come, and wetness flows out of me right onto his fingers.

My mind swirls. My heart gallops. My skin burns.

Shit.

Knox Vale has barely been in my life for two days, and look at us.

He inches away to look at me and grins with that arrogance again. I’m breathing so hard I can’t speak. My mind is a wreck. Nothing I say now would make sense.

He teases out the last of my orgasm, pulls his fingers out of me, and brings them up to his mouth to lick off my arousal. Then he catches my throat.

“Here endeth the lesson, love.” His grin is wide, his eyes dark with power. “Now you can remember how I owned your pussy the next time you forget who you belong to. Let’s go.”

“Go?” I rasp.

“We’re leaving. Now.”

Chapter Six

Knox

My future wifefucking hates me.

That’s fine by me.

Hate and want are two sides of the same blade. And right now, I’m bleeding on both.