Page 40 of Tell Me Pucking Lies

“I just don’t,” I say, and that’s the only answer I’ll give him. “I’m assuming you do. You’re supplying my brother, aren’t you?”

He leans down and bites my jawline. I hate that my hips buck. Warmth spreads where his teeth just marked me. “What the hell was that for?”

“I’m asking the questions. Don’t taunt me.”

I stare up at him, feeling his saliva on my jaw turn cold from the air. The warmth is gone. I inhale, which makes my breasts press against his chest.

“Now, tell me why you’re here, putting yourself on the line for that junkie brother of yours.”

That’s crossing the line, so I start to wiggle under him, but he presses his hips harder against me and his weight holds me down.

“Did I hit a nerve?” he asks.

“It’s none of your business why I’m here.”

He leans down. “Everything you do is my business now, Lexi. If you don’t tell me, I’ll just have to call your brother.”

“Fine!” I say. “I just want your word that you’re no longer calling him, meeting with him, no hurting him.”

He tilts his head. “Why?”

“One. He’s not your punching bag. Two. Because if I’m going to play this game of yours, that’s my dealbreaker. As soon you break those rules, the chains are gone, and I’m at my own freewill to destroy your life. I’ll make sure it’s your worst fucking nightmare.”

His eyes gleam now, staring down at me.

I add, “But I’ll play your game for now.”

He lets out a half laugh, licking his bottom lip. “Are you done setting your rules?”

“No, you won’t tie me up for a tree for hours ever again.”

“Is that all?”

I nod.

“Now answer my question.”

“Blood is blood. I would do anything for him.”

“Even if he wouldn’t do it for you.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “It doesn’t matter if the love is reciprocated. When I love, I love hard and unconditionally.”

He just stares at me, eyes still gleaming. “I want to fuck you.” My insides melt at those words. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“No.”

One word. Absolute. Sure. No hesitation. I said it with no emotion, even though his words and tone of voice are being inhaled through my open mouth and landing right at my center where it dwells and transforms into something that suddenly makes me ache.

“I don’t sleep with just anyone.”

“What do I have to do to join the club?”

I can’t help the laugh that leaves my chest. I thought he would just take without asking. I thought in his game, that I was given no choice. I underestimated him.

“Not be a druggie,” I say sternly, matter-of-fact.

“I’m not a druggie.”