Page 31 of Entwined Lies (Entwined #1)

“You love this, don’t you? Playing with yourself while taking me down your throat like a filthy little thing who can’t help herself.”

My thighs trembled, every nerve straining toward release. But just as I thought I might tip over the edge, he pulled out abruptly, and his hand gripped mine, halting my movements.

“Not like that,” he moved my hand aside, replacing it with his own. His fingers stroking and circling in a way that left me grinding my hips desperately.

He pulled his hand away and lifted it to my mouth, his fingers glistening in the low light.

“Open for me, taste what I do to you.”

I parted my lips and took him in, sucking softly.

His breath brushed hot over my ear, words scraping raw against my skin. “I’m gonna fuck that beautiful mouth, and while I do, we’re going to make that needy pussy come so hard you won’t be able to think straight.”

He pulled away and slid his cock back into my mouth in one slow, punishing thrust. He grabbed my hand, dragging it down to my clit, guiding my fingers into slow, ruthless circles. His fingers slipped deep inside me again—stretching, filling, wrecking.

Each push sent heat crackling through my whole body. My hips jerked, desperate for more, desperate for anything he’d give me.

“So close. I can feel it,” Luca growled, fingers fucking into me harder now. “Come for me. Come all over my fingers like a good girl.”

His voice was breaking, rough and wrecked, and it pushed me right over the edge. The orgasm hit so hard I broke apart, shaking, my hand clutching his like it could hold me together.

Luca pulled out of my mouth with a breathless groan just as I collapsed back onto the mattress.

And then, without warning, I giggled.

It slipped out unexpectedly—breathless, dazed—because fuck, I hadn’t expected it to hit me that hard.

Luca smirked, stroking himself. “Something funny, Siren?”

I grinned, still panting, pushing myself up to sit at the edge of the bed.

“No,” I said, my voice a broken laugh, “but I think you fucked me into another dimension. Now, it’s your turn to come all over me.”

His jaw flexed, that smirk dropping when I curled my hand around his cock, stroking slowly.

I leaned in and licked the tip before taking him into my mouth.

His breath hitched, his fingers tracing my jaw before he gathered my hair in his fist.

“Fuck,” he gasped, voice shaking. “Look at you. Fucking love it when I fill your mouth, don’t you? ”

I hummed around him as I sank deeper, my tongue tracing him slowly.

“Just like that, don’t you fucking stop.”

His muscles tensed, his breathing ragged, his grip in my hair tightening as I sucked him faster.

“Open,” he pulled out at the last second, his hand working himself over my parted lips.

Luca stilled, a wrecked curse tearing from his throat as he came on my tongue.

He exhaled sharply, dragging his thumb across my lips before pressing it to my mouth.

“Suck it clean,” he muttered, his voice still uneven.

I wrapped my mouth around his thumb and sucked it clean, licking my lips as I met his gaze.

His mouth opened, then shut, and he dragged his hand over his jaw. “I should say something cocky… But… fucking hell.”

I grinned, wiping the corner of my mouth.

Luca touched my jaw as if I were something fragile, lifted my face, and kissed me. Not rough. Not teasing. Just a soft press of his lips against mine, lingering for a second too long.

I froze.

Not because I didn’t want it—because I did .

But it felt more than just sex.

He pulled back slightly, his thumb still resting against my chin. His eyes searched mine, like he wanted to read every thought I didn’t mean to show.

“What is it?”

I blinked, still trying to catch up. “Nothing. Just… didn’t expect you to kiss me after that .”

“Don’t look at me like I just carved our initials into a damn tree,” he muttered, already pulling me onto the bed. “It was just a kiss. ”

Maybe.

But my lips still tingled, my chest felt tight, and Luca? He looked like he wanted to say something else. That was the part I should have ignored. But it was impossible.

I rested my head against his chest, and the warm cocoon of his arm somehow only made the chaos inside me worse, pulling apart every carefully built defense, every lie I had told myself about what this was.

I had spent so much time pretending, convincing myself that wanting his attention was just a strategy. That this was calculated, controlled. But strategy didn’t explain why I wanted it to be more than just a kiss.

I wasn’t playing the game anymore.

I was already all in.

And whether I wanted to admit it or not, I was about to risk everything because of him. Because of what I felt.

The thought punched straight through my chest—sharp, sudden. Panic crawled up my spine, slow and cold. I needed something. Anything. Just to stop the spiral before it dragged me under.

“Why Siren?” I asked, tilting my head. “You always call me that.”

“Because it fits,” he said after a long pause.

“Sirens lured men to their deaths. They were dangerous and manipulative—they were monsters. How does that fit?”

“That’s not how I see it. Sirens didn’t destroy men. They didn’t need to. Men chose to follow them. They knew what they were doing, what it would cost… and they went willingly anyway.”

I blinked. His words stole whatever response I might have had.

“That’s not cruelty. That’s power. It’s irresistible.

You don’t see it, but… you’ve got the same pull.

” His voice softened, his thumb brushing along my chin.

“I crossed a line no man in my position should ever approach. And I did it knowing full well what it might cost me. Yo u didn’t force me to do it.

I made that choice for myself. You don’t understand what you’ve done to me. And maybe… maybe you never will.”

I inhaled sharply, the truth in his voice hitting like gravity. Heavy. Unavoidable. It settled deep in my chest and stayed there.

He didn’t look at me. Just leaned in, mouth brushing my temple, breath warm.

“Luca. I—”

“Drop it, Siren. Not everything needs to be spelled out.”

He pulled me in tighter, and I stayed silent.

Not everything needs to be spelled out.

He thought he was the one choosing to keep something unsaid.

But if he knew…

If he knew what I’d done—what I was about to do—would he still look at me the same way? Still hold me so tightly, like he couldn’t let me go? Or would he finally see me for the liar I was?

He believed I was his Siren, pulling him into danger he had willingly chosen. But what would he think when he realized the truth? That I hadn’t been just pulling him in—I’d been making life-altering decisions for him without him knowing.

I thought of Jake—of the son he didn’t know he had, of the years I’d stolen from him, denying him something so fundamental, so human. Would he forgive me for that? For keeping something so important from him, for deciding on my own what he could and couldn’t have in his life?

And Jake wasn’t my only secret.

I pressed my cheek against his chest and kept my breathing even, but inside, the guilt was clawing at my chest.

Not everything needs to be spelled out.

But what about when it did? When the truth came crashing down around us? Would I be the one thing he’d never forgive—the one he’d never thought to guard himself against?

For now, I let myself sink into his warmth, even as the truth burned behind my ribs.

Maybe he was just as much my Siren as I was his. The one I’d sacrifice everything for, willingly, even though I knew exactly how it would end. Because when the time came, I knew what he’d see. And I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.