Page 32 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

There’s a bottle of something. I lift it. Lube. Makes sense. I set it back in the drawer and shift through the condoms lying on the top. Also makes sense. I slide it shut. With a quick glance at the door, I open the next drawer down.

My mouth falls open at all the sex toys. I don’t dare touch anything and disrupt the positions, but there’s a lot of what looks like anal plugs and vibrators. Cock rings, maybe? Some silky straps.

Does he have sex in his room? Is he going to have sex in there while I’m in my room?

My insides twist. Fuck, I don’t like the idea of him with someone else, which is insane.

I don’t have any hold over him or the other guys.

I slide the drawer shut. It’s not like he’s a monk. The Devils have sex. That’s a fact.

I open the next drawer down. There’s only a framed picture in it. I lift the frame out and look at the gorgeous woman holding a toddler. They both look so happy. My fingers trace over it.

I have a similar picture with my dad that is always on my dresser. Why is his in a drawer?

“What are you doing, Evan?” Damon’s voice startles me. My heart pounds. My hands shake as I set the picture on his bed and stand to face him.

I shrug with an air of nonchalance I don’t feel at all. “You saw inside my drawers.”

He glances at the picture and steps in, closing the door behind him. The lock snicks in place and my already frantic heartbeat goes crazy.

Run , my instinct yells at me. Running from a predator is rarely a good strategy. I don’t want to back down from him either.

I’m trying to calculate how long it will take me to reach the bathroom. Because I did this to myself. Trapping myself with the devil himself.

“Where are Cam and Hawk?” I ask.

He glances down before lifting those piercing blue eyes to mine. “They headed out to a party. My father didn’t feel comfortable with them staying here on your first night in our house.”

“Oh. Were you going to the party? I’ll let you get changed.” I back up and gesture to the bathroom. “I should go to my room.”

His chuckle is dark and captivating at the same time. “Are you going to try to hide now, little devil?”

He hasn’t moved from the door, but he crosses his arms as he shakes his head, like I’m the one doing something wrong. Fuck that, and fuck him. My breath shudders in and out. Anger swirls through me at his intrusion into my life. The humiliation of watching those videos with his friends.

“You had no right to invade my privacy.” I step toward him.

He smirks and drops his head to the side, scratching the back of his head. “Why not? We practically live together. We’re going to share everything, Evan.”

I swallow. He moves quickly, like a predator, and I stumble back away from him. Before I know it, I’m against the wall with nowhere to go. His hands land on either side of my head. I flinch. I have no survival instinct when it comes to him.

“Do you know what you’ve done, Evan?”

I stare at his black shirt hanging away from his abs. My heart pounds in my ears.

“I haven’t done anything,” I say softly. “None of this is my fault. My mom didn’t check with me to see if I wanted to move in with her boyfriend and his son. If this has something to do with Chase?—”

He grabs my chin and tips my head back, so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes. My breath catches and I don’t know if I’m even breathing. His heat and scent surround me, suffocating me in all things Damon.

He tsks slowly. “I can see why they like you.”

“They?” I ask, a little lost in his intense gaze. The heat of his body seeping into mine. Those firm lips moving when he speaks.

“Cam and Hawk.” He lowers his head toward mine, and I can’t look away. I’m frozen, waiting for the inevitable. Hoping for it. Needing it. “They want to protect you, but I know the truth, little devil.”

“What truth?” I ask.

“You crave our attention.” His thumb swipes over my lips. Sparks flood through me. Is he going to kiss me?

“I’ll scream.” My voice is shaky.

His chuckle is dark. “Go ahead, little devil. Scream. Bring your mother and my father rushing into my room to find us kissing. Or maybe you need to scream to be aroused?”

His eyes light with interest as he rubs a strand of my hair between his fingers.

“Is that what you need, little devil?” His fingers slide into my hair, sending a cascade of sparks through me so powerful I can barely think.

“Let me go.” My words are a whisper.

“No.”

A gasp parts my lips before his mouth crashes down on mine.

The room disappears as he brutally takes my mouth with his.

My lips part for him, unable to resist. I’ve never been consumed in such a way before.

Like he craves me more than his next breath.

It unlocks something inside me I’m helpless to resist.

My fingers press against the wall. The only place we touch is our lips and his hand on my chin to keep me there, but he didn’t need to bother. I can’t turn away as I fall into the brush of his tongue against my lips before it slips inside to tangle with mine.

He tastes of mint and darkness. I’m drowning in the feel of him. Wanting, needing more.

He lifts his mouth, and for a moment, his darkened eyes search mine like he’s unsure of what he’s doing.

My knees tremble and everything in me wants to press up into him again.

I shouldn’t be here. I should have stopped him.

There’s this knot of need and knowledge warring within me, telling me to pull away from him. I should scream.

“Run away, little devil.”