Page 76 of Beautiful Lies

That crazy smile of his widens, and he leans closer, as if he’s going to kiss me again. “Yes, Isla, darling, I am fucking mad at you. And I know just how to punish you.”

I don’t get to answer. His fingers slip beneath my panties and straight into my pussy, where he circles my clit. And holy fucking hell.

It was already too much, having his hand there. Now, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. With his eyes fixed on me, he trails his finger around and around and around my clit, then he pushes right inside me.

Raw pleasure shoots through my body. Hot and wild and undiluted. I gasp and double over, gripping on to him in an attempt to control myself.

To everyone else, we look like we’re embracing and Knox is the perfect picture of the devoted fiancé. But beneath the table, his touch is a silent, deliberate punishment.

My nerves scatter as he thrusts into my pussy, pleasure skyrocketing, and I feel the tug of a desperate orgasm.

“So wet for me, my little artist,” he whispers, pumping in and out of me.

“We’re in… public.” I can barely get the words out.

“I don’t care.”

A strangled sound escapes me. I have to cover my mouth to keep the next one from breaking free.

Damn it. Knox can see I’m suffering with embarrassment, but instead, he gives me more.

Asshole.

If we were alone, I’d slap him. At least I hope I would. I hope my starved body wouldn’t give in the way it does now.

Oh God. I’m going to come.

Right here. In front of everyone.

I won’t be able to stop myself from moaning out loud. Then everyone will know what he’s doing to me.

Everyone, including my mother.

“Hmmm.” I wriggle against Knox’s hand and bite down on my lip, desperate to stay still, to keep from arching into him.

“Come here,” he murmurs, pulling me toward him. Then he kisses me.

It’s not like the last one we shared for the camera. This kiss is wild, consuming,real. And just in time to swallow the moan tearing from my throat.

But no one hears it. It’s lost to the kiss. To him. Lost to the moment. Just like me.

A vicious orgasm claims me, pulsing through every nerve in my body. I grab Knox’s jacket, and he cups the back of my head, deepening the kiss.

He kisses me until my body calms, but the effect from the intense pleasure has my head spinning.

When it’s over, I’m breathing so hard I can’t think straight. I collapse against him, breathless, dizzy, every nerve still humming. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch people watching us—Dorian among them.

It’s too much. Everything is too much.

That’s why you don’t play with fire, Isla. You get burned.

And my God, did I get scorched. My damn idea blew up in my face.

“Feel better, love?” Knox grins down at me, smug and infuriating.

I try to pull away, but he keeps me pinned. “I hate you,” I whisper.

“Maybe so.” He keeps his voice low. “But your pussy seems to disagree.”