Page 24 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

EvanAnn

Fuck.

It takes everything in me not to completely surrender. To push down the part wanting to stay in his arms. I put my hands on his chest and push him away. He doesn’t release me fully.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He kisses my jaw. “Don’t push me away.”

It’s like sinking into a warm pool. I can’t seem to resist. I don’t want to resist, but I need to.

“No, Hawk.” My words are soft, almost meaningless. They come out almost as a plea. Like I don’t really want him to stop, because I don’t.

His lips trail down my neck, making everything inside of me tingle. I don’t belong to this man. I need this to stop. It’s already gone too far.

“Hawk,” I say it more forcefully and push against his chest while trying to pull away.

His hand tightens and his green eyes lock on mine. His eyes narrow.

“Why?”

My breathing is harsh, and my body agrees with Hawk. But I can’t.

“I have a boyfriend.”

He closes his eyes and a growl fills the room. “Chase.”

I should be afraid, right? Something in me should be throwing up all kinds of warning signs, but instead, I want him close to me again. I want to feel those lips pressed to mine. I want to be his.

He searches my eyes and I try to firm up my resolve. I tighten my lips and give him a nod.

“Annie.” My name is part plea, and part agony.

“Please let me go,” I whisper.

He releases me and stands, pacing away from me before turning. “Why are you loyal to him?”

A chill flows over me without his warmth. My brow furrows. What kind of question is that? “He’s my boyfriend. That means he’s the only one I kiss.”

His eyes narrow on me as he closes the distance between us. I get to my feet, even though my knees are still shaky. He towers over me. Part of me wants him to kiss me again.

“Is he loyal to you?” he asks.

“Of course.” I tilt my head. What kind of question is that?

“What if he wasn’t?” His gaze falls to my lips. They still burn from his kiss.

I fight back the urge to lick them and catch the taste of him again. He’s dangerous. He even tastes dangerous. Cam in my house was simple and pleasant. A little unnerving, but he put me at ease. Hawk is more like a hurricane threatening to destroy everything.

Cam respected my boundaries, but Hawk wants to burn them to ash. And I want to burn with him in a way I’ve never felt before.

I wrap my arms around myself protectively.

“Chase is my boyfriend. If he was cheating on me—and that’s an if —then we would need to talk about it.” I don’t know why Hawk’s persisting with this. What purpose does it serve? “But I still wouldn’t cheat on him. I’d break up with him first.”

“You kissed me back, baby girl.” His voice lowers.

My knees grow weaker, but I have to hold my ground. “I was surprised.”

“You were into it.” His eyes take in every inch of me. “I could take more.”

A little shiver goes through me. “But you won’t.”

Fuck, I hope those words are true. Because I don’t know if I’m strong enough to hold off a sustained attack on my senses by Hawk. Part of me wanted to say prove it . I don’t know what’s going on with that.

“Break up with your boyfriend, Annie.” Hawk’s eyes meet mine.

I open my mouth and close it. He’s not offering to be my boyfriend. What the hell am I supposed to say to that? He wants me to break up with my boyfriend so I can make out with him?

His reputation speaks for itself. He flits from girl to girl. No commitment. Just a night or two of sex before moving on to his next conquest. I don’t want to be another conquest.

“I won’t.”

Damon

It’s late when I finish my cardio. Once Evan goes to bed, I’ll watch what she was up to tonight when she got home from auditions. But as I drink my water, I sit at my desk to pull up the live feed to Evan’s living room.

I got an alert earlier when she got home, but I made myself wait until I finished working out before checking in. She’s become an obsession I can’t resist. Watching her live her boring little life settles me in a way nothing else does right now.

I justify watching her because I’m learning her patterns. I need to know what makes her tick to ruin her. The lights are off downstairs, so I move to the camera in her bedroom.

Her small body is sprawled across the bed. I glance at the time. It’s a little early for her to go to sleep. She tosses to the side with a huff and hugs her pillow to her.

But she’s alone. She kicks off the sheets in frustration and tosses the pillow on the floor. Her pale eyes are open and glare at the ceiling. I wish there was a way to know what she’s thinking. To slip into her mind and know everything about her.

Her hand comes up and touches her lips.

My cock twitches. I’ve watched her all week, with the exception of Wednesday while I was working out, which I still need to watch. She’s a creature of habit. She studies. She putters around that small house all on her own. And she sleeps.

But tonight, it looks like sleep is eluding her.

She sits up. Will she pull out the book she’s been reading? Or go to her desk and work more?

“What boring thing will you choose to do next?” I muse out loud. The video has some definite highlight reels, but so far nothing with her and her boyfriend. Nothing I can use to lure her into my trap.

She flops back on her bed and spreads her legs. I arch an eyebrow and anticipation floods me. Her hands slide down her body to the hem of her nightgown and she edges it up over hips.

I lean back in my chair and glance at the door to make sure I locked it. If we’re going to get comfortable... I smirk. After all, a girl’s got needs. It was only a matter of time before she decided to flick the bean. But why tonight?

Her fingertips slide over her pale stomach and beneath her nightgown until she cups her breast. My cock hardens painfully. I’ve jerked off to her studying, changing, and sleeping. But she’s never touched herself.

I wish this thing had audio. That I could hear her little sighs and moans. Or is she quiet, like the little mouse she is?

Her lips part as she toys with her breast. I can’t see what she’s doing with her nightgown in the way. I draw my cock out of my shorts and stroke it. Her breasts are better than advertised. I want her to show me them.

I could text her and tell her to take off her nightgown, but I’m pretty sure that would be the end of my show. Getting her number was easy. Not using it when I want her to think of me is fucking annoying.

Who does she imagine touching her?

Is it Chase?

Her other hand comes up and touches her neck, sliding along the sensitive skin. My cock throbs in my hand, but I keep my strokes steady. If she’s going to come tonight, I want to come with her.

Her hands slide down her body again and her knees fall out to the sides. Eyes closed, she slips her hand beneath her cotton panties. Her chest catches on a breath. Fuck.

“Are you wet, Evan? Show me those fingers.”

I make the screen as big as I can as her hand shifts beneath her panties. Her hips roll slightly against her touch. Her head tips back and her lips part.

I can imagine sliding my cock between those full lips. Her mouth warm and hot as she suckles on me.

Shivers course through her and some precum spills out of the tip of my cock. I stroke it down my length as her other hand slides between her legs. The fabric stretches as she thrusts a finger into her pussy.

How wet is she? Who does she think about? Whose face floats into her mind when she touches herself? Whose dick does she wish was working that sweet pussy?

Someone she’s already had or does she imagine someone else? Hawk, Cam, me? What gets her off mentally?

Her hands shift beneath the fabric. I want to rip those panties off so I can watch her fuck herself. Is she teasing her clit or burying so many fingers in that cunt so it stretches out to feel like a cock working in and out? One more night alone, Evan.

Smirking, I fall into pace with her rhythm, stroking my cock, knowing she’ll be mine soon enough. And when I fuck her, I want her eyes open and on me. Her hot cunt swallowing me down as I thrust into her. I want her to see who’s making her lose her fucking mind.

Her body arches into her touch and her mouth falls open, and for a suspended second, she remains like that. I stroke myself harder as my release pounds through me, spilling over my hand.

My breath is heavy as I continue to watch her. She slides her hands out of her panties. Her fingers glisten with her wetness. Fuck. Such a waste. I wet my lips, longing for a taste.

She heaves a sigh before sitting on the edge of the bed. Her gaze lifts and it’s almost like she looks right at me. I straighten and narrow my eyes, but then she stands and leaves the room.

I grab some tissues and clean myself while I switch to the living room feed. She walks past the camera and into the kitchen, disappearing from view. Two cameras aren’t enough. I glance toward the bathroom we’ll be sharing.

Even though she’ll be under my roof, I want to know everything she does. She walks back through the living room and climbs the stairs.

I switch back to the bedroom camera. She climbs into bed and pulls the covers over her.

Cameras. I need more to set up in her room and the bathroom. I need ones that will give me sound too. On my other monitor, I pull up a store and drop what I need into a cart.

When she turns, her eyes are shut and the tension is gone from her face. I can’t wait to have her under my control.

I get up to take a shower. While she sleeps on one monitor, I’ll review the times I missed. All I’ve learned is Evan has a boring life, and she flushes pink when she comes. I smirk. Her life won’t be boring for long.

EvanAnn

The day I’ve been dreading is here. It’s Friday. Move-in day. I also haven’t decided whether or not to tell Chase about what happened with Hawk last night. It was a kiss. A very hot, panty-melting kiss, but I stopped it.