Page 48 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

Hawk

Since Annie is most comfortable on my bike, Cam and I take her over to Mia’s. We’re careful not to actually ride past Mia’s house. She knows we ride and it’s not like our motorcycles are quiet.

Cam parks behind Damon’s car and comes over to help Annie. She really needs to figure out how to get off a bike on her own.

I don’t know how to feel about Annie. I want to make her beg. I understand she was loyal to that dickhead of a boyfriend of hers when she pushed me away. But it doesn’t take the sting away.

But fuck, seeing her on her knees is fucking empowering. Her mouth was made for my cock and watching her take the others was exquisite. I’m not going to kiss her again until she begs for it though.

“I’ll see you back at the house?” She holds the keys and her eyes meet mine, but not like when she held my eyes as she blew my fucking mind. Her eyes are more uncertain again.

“We’ve got schoolwork.” Cam tucks her hair behind her ear. “Try to stay out of Damon’s way if you can.”

Her cheeks glow red. “It’s not like I can lock him out.”

“If you figure out a way, don’t.” Cam tips her chin up and he’s one hundred percent serious.

Damon wants access. He’s already determined to make her his whore. He gave her the time to come to terms with it, but he’ll keep pushing on those boundaries until he breaks through them. One way or another. But right now, we need her to trust us and that means allowing time to let it build.

She swallows.

“If you think he’s bad now, you wouldn’t want him riled up and coming for you.” Cam steps back. “Go on, you need to get ready for your date.”

She sighs. “I still don’t think this is a good idea.”

“He’s your boyfriend, Evan.” Cam climbs on his bike. “You need to treat him how you always treated him.”

“Without the kissing and fucking,” I add. Though the idea of punishing her sounds like fun. Tying her up and spanking that firm ass before thrusting deep inside it. Will she like anal or hate it? Either way, I’m willing to fuck her ass until she comes or as punishment.

She opens her mouth and closes it with a shake of her head, before sliding into the driver’s seat. The car starts and she pulls away.

“She’s not going to fuck him,” Cam sounds certain as he lowers his visor.

“She would have kicked his ass to the curb last night.” I lower my visor and rev my engine as we pull back onto the street. She’s done with the fuckboy.

“He deserves to be kicked in the balls.” Cam chuckles.

If he touches her, he’ll wish we’d let her kick him in the balls. It won’t be just Annie who I punish if he touches her.

EvanAnn

I take a shower and blow-dry my hair, glancing at Damon’s door the entire time. It’s not like he’s in his room or that he’d know what I’m doing currently. But part of me craves his attention. The other part dreads it.

I don’t bother with makeup. As I look into the mirror, I drag in a breath.

I’d rather not go tonight. What Chase did... What he’s doing... If he didn’t want to wait, why bother dating me? He could have been with all those girls without dragging me into it. He could have not cheated on me. He would have gotten the part in the play by proving he was the best for it.

That’s the thing I don’t get. Why me? And because I’m going along with the plan to stay with him, I can’t even ask. I can’t throw in his face while I’m not sucking his dick, I’ve had three in my mouth already today. And I liked it.

My cheeks flush as warmth floods me. Yeah, I liked it. There’s no denying that.

But I don’t get to throw anything in Chase’s face because I have to pretend nothing’s wrong. As far as he knows, I’m still his loyal director girlfriend and I don’t think he’s the biggest asshole in the world. Which is saying something, because I’m living with Damon Storm.

Earlier, I texted Mia that I needed to catch up on homework. And Chase wanted to take me out tonight. She understood and promised we’d spend so much time together this week we’d get sick of each other.

I don’t know that I would have been able to look her in the eye after watching her have sex with two guys last night. I’ll work on that for Monday.

“You remember your rules.” Damon’s voice makes me drop my phone on the counter.

I turn and his gaze roams over my body, assessing what I have on. Maybe imagining me naked, since he’s seen and felt everything. The furnace inside me kicks up the heat.

What’s it going to be like after we start fucking? Will some of this tension when he’s around dissipate? Or will it be worse, being around him and knowing what he can do to my body, but not being able to?

When his eyes finally settle on mine, he cocks his eyebrow.

He said something. Rules.

“Ah, the rules. Don’t do what I do to you with my boyfriend.” I flash him a cocky smile. Worst thing that could happen is he’ll tell me to get on my knees and suck him off. That would take my mind off this stupid date.

“You’re into acting, Evan. This should be a simple assignment. Do what you’ve been doing without touching Chase’s cock. I know that might be hard for you, but we don’t want to waste your talent.”

My lips press into a thin line, but then I let them soften into an easy smile. Ah, yes, I’m the whore. He wants to see me act?

I loosen the tension in my body and stroll over to him as he leans against the doorframe. My heart is beating a hundred miles a minute, but he won’t see it. I rest my hand on his chest and look up at him.

“You don’t want me to seduce my own boyfriend?” I hold his eyes as I let my hand trail down his hard abs to his waistband. Teasing my finger beneath the edge, I give him a slow lazy smile. “What will he think when I don’t beg for it?”

Damon’s smile is equally lazy, but his eyes have darkened. “Don’t worry, little devil. When you get home, I’ll let you suck my cock until I can’t get it up anymore.”

I bite my lip, because I don’t know how long that would take.

He steps into the bathroom, forcing me back until he has me trapped against the counter. His hands rest on either side of my hips. My breath catches and I press my thighs together.

“Maybe...” He leans down and his cheek brushes against mine. “I’ll have you suck it all night with you in my bed, naked. We could fall asleep like that. My cock warm and wet in your mouth all night long.”

Why does that not sound awful? What is wrong with me? Why does he tempt me when I know he hates me? I know he’s not doing this because he likes me.

“Maybe I’ll keep my finger in your tight little cunt.” His lips kiss my jaw. “Because as soon as you open up that pussy to me, that’s where my cock is going to be all night long. Buried deep inside you, so if I need to fuck, you’ll be right where I need you.”

He kisses down my jawline and neck and pulls my shirt to the side before his mouth latches on and sucks. I’m so out of my league with him. Sparks are dancing through my veins.

I slide my hand down over his hard cock, imagining it inside me. Damn it, I don’t want to be a cliché in my own head, but seriously, it’s so much bigger than his fingers. Hypothetically, I know it will fit, but my brain short-circuits every time I think about what it will feel like.

His hands slide along my waist to my belt. I whimper as he undoes it. I’m already his to do with as he wants. And he’s mine to do with as I want, kind of. Fuck it. I slide my hand into his pants and boxers and grip his hard length.

He grunts as he flicks open my jeans and pulls down the zipper.

“I have to go soon,” I whisper.

He bites the tender skin he’s been sucking on. I gasp in a breath and he shoves down my jeans and panties over my hips.

“You want to play the seductress, little devil?” He lifts his head.

I get a glimpse of the desire burning in his eyes before he spins me. My hands land on the counter and he shifts behind me. His hot cock slides between my legs. My eyes widen in panic and meet his in the mirror.

He smirks as he presses his cock lengthwise against my pussy. “Just because I can’t penetrate your cunt yet doesn’t mean I can’t use it to get off.”

I want to ask what that means, but then he begins to thrust his hips, sliding his cock between my pussy lips against my clit. I suck in my breath as heat floods me.

“So fucking wet, Evan.” He pushes my back making me lower, changing the angle. “You want me in this pretty little cunt?”

“No,” I manage to get out. My breathing is chaotic as he uses my body. That tension is swelling in me. Each stroke pushes me higher.

“I want to come inside you, little devil.”

My pussy gets wetter and those sparks are combining. “What do you mean?”

“Meaning I’m going to put my tip against your entrance and come inside you. I won’t fuck your precious pussy. Yet.”

I’m on fire. Am I worried about him saying fuck it and thrusting in deep? A little, but it’s going to happen. I need to be able to trust him.

I meet his eyes. “Okay.”

He smiles. “Good girl. I need you to come all over my cock first.”

He holds my hips as he thrusts between my thighs and pussy.

His gaze lowers to watch what he’s doing to me.

I never imagined sex would be like this.

I’m in this for the wrong reasons. He’ll crush me with those videos and the one he’s probably recording right now.

I don’t look to see where he might have hidden it.

“I want to watch this video later.” My hips follow his until the intensity gets to be too much.

He smirks. “I’ll make sure to have it available when you get back from your date.”

I cry out as my release takes me under. He slides back and I feel the tip of him against my entrance. His hand bumps against my pussy as he strokes himself with his tip pressed tight against me.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror as he groans his release, bucking against my entrance as warmth floods me. He pulls back and his finger fucks his cum deeper into my pussy, pushing me over the edge again.

“That’s it, little devil. Take my cum into your cunt. I want you to feel it dripping between your legs while you sit across from your fuckboy. So you remember who you belong to.” He pulls his finger out of me and holds it in front of my mouth. “Clean them. Taste how good we are together.”

I part my lips and he thrusts his finger inside. As I suck on it, tasting Damon and me, a little aftershock ripples through me and I moan.

He draws his fingers out and wipes his hand on a towel before putting away his cock and straightening my pants. He pulls me back against him.

“If you forget yourself, Evan, you’re going to have to explain to your boyfriend how you got cum in your cunt.” He pulls my shirt to the side to show off the reddish bruise forming. “And who gave you a hickey.”

He pulls away from me, leaving me chilled after the heat of him. I narrow my eyes on him in the mirror. The only reason he marked me and fucked me was to put a claim on me.

Fuck him. He thinks he knows who I am. But he doesn’t know the first thing about me.