Page 37 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

EvanAnn

Keeping hold of my arm, Damon drags me forward and opens a door before shoving me inside, shutting the door behind us. I blink, confused as to how this happened. How I, once again, find myself alone with Damon. This time at a party, where anyone can find us together.

Fuck. Would anyone really believe I was having sex with Damon in a bedroom at a party? Probably not, honestly.

I back away from him as he closes the distance between us. My leg touches the bed and I sidestep. He lets me keep that space between us.

Bed plus Damon would be bad. This is bad. What if someone saw us? I mean, it would make for great gossip. Even if he didn’t come in here to fuck me. My mind stalls on that thought.

“We need to discuss your rules, little devil.” He narrows his eyes and everything inside me goes on high alert.

“Rules? What are you talking about?”

He’s between me and the door, but he didn’t lock it. This probably isn’t like earlier, when he masturbated for me. Thinking about his fist stroking his cock makes something warm swim in my stomach. He wants control of me.

I need to be firm with him. This can’t keep happening. I’m with Chase. Chase actually wants to be my boyfriend. He likes me. I don’t know what Damon and his friends want from me, but it can’t be good.

Closing the distance between us, he tips my chin up. His fingers burn me. “I didn’t like Chase trying to kiss you earlier.”

My cheeks flare hot, remembering him crashing into the boards. Not a coincidence, then. Fuck.

“He’s my boyfriend. Out of all the guys I shouldn’t be kissing, he’s the one guy I should.” I shouldn’t even be arguing this with him, but fuck him. “You don’t own me.”

His chuckle is dark. “That’s where you’re wrong, Evan. I do own you. Maybe the video of you kissing Hawk isn’t as scandalous as I would have liked, but you don’t want your boyfriend to know about it. Or he wouldn’t have been having a casual conversation with Hawk at the party.”

I drop my gaze to his t-shirt. I didn’t tell Chase about kissing Hawk or Damon. The guilt ties my gut into knots, but I also don’t want Chase to quit the play. I’m sure Brandt would find a spot for him if he asked. And then Brandt would gloat.

Damon raises my chin again, forcing me to meet his gaze. “And you probably don’t want him to know I have had my hands and mouth on you.”

His gaze drops to my lips and I try to come up with something, but my mind goes blank. Hands and mouth on me, while technically correct, sounds a lot dirtier than he had his hand on my ass and his mouth on mine. It felt a lot dirtier than that.

Anticipation floods me. Will he do it again?

What is wrong with me?

“I find that I understand better with pictures. This should help you understand what Chase will be feeling.” He holds his phone out to me.

I glance at it, expecting to see us in the bathroom, because of course, he has a camera in there. But instead, I see Chase with his arms around Abby. It’s dark and crowded, and they’re both wearing the same outfits from tonight. My stomach sinks.

Damon scrolls through a few pictures. This is tonight and he’s all over her. Hands and mouth. My heart races like I’ve been running away from something. Something I should have known.

Damon glances at the phone. “Hmm, not that one? Maybe you’d prefer to recreate this one.”

He holds his phone up again, and a video plays of Chase with a girl on his lap, making out. I lean in to see what’s happening as she moves up and down on him. Her skirt lifts a little higher and I see Chase’s cock sliding out of her.

I turn away and close my eyes. My insides are a riot. It can’t be true. Someone would have told me he was cheating.

My stomach sinks. But who? The people I’m friendly with probably wouldn’t know.

“He’s fucking her, little devil. This was Wednesday, right before you had your pizza party with Cam.”

My chest hurts. Chase had brought me home after dinner with his parents and dropped me off with a goodnight kiss.

He claimed he needed to head home to do homework.

I didn’t doubt him. I didn’t even think twice about it, because that’s what I did that night too, until Cam showed up.

From a party... Did Cam take that video?

“Looks like your boyfriend doesn’t share your theories on loyalty.

” Damon glances at the door and slides his phone into his pocket.

His fingers grab my chin. He searches my eyes with a wicked smile.

“What’s it going to be, Evan? Are you going to play by my rules, or am I going to blow up your life?

I mean, you have to spend the next three months working with Hawk and Chase together.

It could go easy, or it could be pretty contentious for you if Chase knows your other actor is fucking you on the side. ”

“I’m not fucking anyone.” I jerk my chin out of his hand.

My heart hurts. I’m not in love with Chase, but I like him.

He’s my boyfriend, but obviously, he doesn’t care about faithfulness.

Maybe it’s not what I think. Maybe that video is old and maybe he’s just dancing with Abby tonight because I don’t like to dance.

“But you want to.” Damon’s voice drags me back to the present. He wets his lips and my stomach flips. “Just like your man is out there fucking some other chick, while you’re in here with me.”

Tears cloud my vision. Fuck, I don’t want to cry. Not in front of Damon, but I need to go break up with Chase. Or at least have him explain... What’s there to explain? He’s fucking other girls. Is it because I wouldn’t give it up to him?

Am I surprised he cheated on me? I was so surprised by his attention when he asked me out, I almost asked him why. It didn’t make sense. We don’t make sense, but part of me needed to belong to someone.

“I have to get out of here.” I try to walk around Damon.

“Evan—” Before Damon can say anything more, the doorknob rattles and we hear a girl’s giggle.

Damon takes my arm and pushes us both into the closet, with him pressing me against the back wall of the reach-in closet. He slides the door mostly shut, casting us in shadows. This must be a guest bedroom because the closet isn’t filled with clothes.

I blink away the tears in my eyes. Maybe Chase being my boyfriend was all a joke, because he’s all up on his ex tonight. Fuck, I just want to leave.

I look up at Damon’s face and open my mouth, but his hand covers it before I can get any words out.

“I don’t know, Liam.” Mia seems uncertain, but in a flirty way.

“I can tell you more stats if that’s what will get you there,” Liam’s voice is clear. “He’ll be here in a minute. Why don’t you be a good girl, and help me warm up?”

There’s still a swath of the room visible. But we’re behind the door and no one will look in the closet. Mia walks to where I can see her and pulls her top off. My eyes widen and I shake my head.

We should let them know we’re here. I look up at Damon, who’s watching out the sliver. I tug on Damon’s shirt, but he presses into me. His lips touch my ear. “Shh.”

A shiver works through me. He lowers his hand to my throat, sending sparks chasing beneath his touch.

“How do you want me?” She reaches behind her back to unhook her bra.

“On your knees, baby.” Liam walks into the frame and undoes his pants, releasing his cock. I shouldn’t be watching this, but I can’t seem to look away.

Mia sinks to her knees on the carpet. We really shouldn’t be here. Maybe we can sneak out while they’re occupied.

I whisper, “We shou?—”

Damon squeezes the sides of my throat gently. It startles me into shutting up. I can’t see the color of his eyes in the darkness, but I feel the intensity of his gaze on me. He leans in, his body pressing into me, his lips against my ear again, sending tingles through my system.

“They’ll be done quickly, little devil. Then we can continue our conversation. If you don’t want your boyfriend to find out about us, you’ll be quiet.”

Who cares if Chase finds out? He’s a cheater. But if people realize I’m in a closet with Damon Storm, what else will get out? That I’m living with him? Then what? I may not have a reputation at school as anything but a goody two-shoes, as Cam would say, but that would be gone in an instant.

Chase might spin the rumor that I was the one cheating on him. My cheeks burn.

I nod to let Damon know I’ll be quiet.

I don’t know what’s happening with the Devil’s trio, but I don’t want to upset Chase before the play even begins. It’ll be bad enough when I break up with him, but we’re professionals.

Chase is the best choice for Iago. I wasn’t blowing smoke up his ass.

But if he’s mad at me and a costar, it could create tension that would be bad for the play.

I don’t think he would quit, but he could make it uncomfortable for everyone.

The showcase is still my best bet to get accepted into a great school.

Can I even break up with Chase right now? What about his father’s birthday party where I have the chance to meet Sandra Cox? Fuck. I don’t want to use Chase, but isn’t that what he’s doing? Using me for what? Or is he cheating because I won’t have sex with him?

That’s definitely not happening now.

Mia doesn’t know I’m in here. Would she hate me if she knew? Besides, if I were in Mia’s position, I wouldn’t want to know my friend is in the closet watching me with a guy. If I don’t have Chase, I can’t lose Mia.

Damon’s hand rests on my neck. My pulse pumps hard. Can he feel it? The sounds of smacking and groans draw my attention back to the room, and my eyes widen when I see Mia taking Liam’s cock in her mouth.

She strokes what doesn’t fit as she bobs on his dick. When she comes off his cock, she licks the tip. Damon’s body touches me everywhere. His heat drives the inferno inside me hotter. I press my thighs together at the unexpected ache forming.

“Is that good?” She continues to stroke him and sits back on her heels looking up. “Is Fletcher on his way?”

“Yeah.” Liam looks down at her with hooded eyes. “Suck it.”