Page 61 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

EvanAnn

I spent the afternoon focusing on my classes and then working with my actors at rehearsal.

Not once did the Devil’s trio interrupt my train of thought, but now that I’m home.

.. I grab something from the kitchen before heading up to my room to work on homework.

I’m determined to get as much done as possible before Damon finds me and makes me do whatever he wants tonight.

A shiver flows through me. I should tell him no, but I won’t. While I can’t let this consume my life, I can take a break.

Does he work out every night? Will he pull me into the shower with him again? Make me go down on him? Fuck my pussy with his fingers until I come?

I cross my legs. I’ve changed into comfortable clothes for the night—leggings and a sweatshirt. I even put my hair up in a ponytail. I’m hoping to put it in a bun if he wants me to shower with him again.

It’s going to get dry if I keep washing it this often.

Focus. Fuck, I need to focus on homework and not the door to his bedroom.

I was fine at school. Able to put them all out of my mind.

But now, in this room, it’s like he’s everywhere.

I’ve never had this level of distraction in my life before.

Even Chase didn’t exist outside of the space I allowed him in my life.

Maybe that’s where I went wrong. Compartmentalizing Chase. If I’d been more enthusiastic about spending time with him, would he have still cheated on me? Probably. Fuck.

Chase doesn’t really want me. He wanted something from me sure, but not Evan. Damon wants me more than Chase ever did.

I eat the ratatouille the chef made for me. It’s good, and I hope there will be leftovers for the next several meals.

I texted my mom I’d be home for dinner on Wednesday.

She can’t wait to hear what I’ve been up to.

I check my phone to see if Chase has texted, but he hasn’t.

Today was weird. Chase has been clingy, but today was a lot.

At lunch he sat closer than normal, while making sure he wasn’t close enough to get whatever sickness I have.

Does he suspect I’m pulling away? I need to figure out why he’s with me and what makes him tick. Things I probably should have known as his girlfriend, anyway. Chase hasn’t really pushed sex with me. He brings it up, but doesn’t actually try to coax me into it.

Not like Damon. I resist the urge to look toward Damon’s dark room again.

Even though Mia brought up me giving Damon head last night, I don’t think she actually thinks I would do it. And I know Chase would never believe I had it in me.

We were supposed to work on the history project earlier, but now I need to get ahead on the project. I hope they don’t think I’m going to do the project without them. But I can’t afford to let any of my grades slip.

The door in Damon’s room slams shut and I startle, turning in my chair. I press my lips together, even though my body softens. I’m still upset they ditched us at lunch. Mia said she went out there to let them have it, but Olivia got in her face.

I turn back to my homework and ignore Damon. But tingles crawl up my spine knowing he’s near. If he wants me, he’ll let me know. We don’t have a friendship. I can’t go ask if he’s had a bad day and expect him to open up to me.

The shower turns on. I squirm in my chair. He doesn’t say anything. When he doesn’t come in and pick me up to take me in with him, I drag in a breath and release it. Good. I need to do work, anyway.

I’m making headway on my homework and finally calmed down when the shower shuts off. I turn and see his back as he heads into his bedroom. He drops his towel, so he’s completely naked as he walks away. His back, ass, and legs are chiseled.

He hasn’t said anything to me. I turn back to my work, trying to focus, but I can hear him moving around in his room.

When he doesn’t initiate anything with me, I figure he’s not coming in and finish my homework for class and make an outline for our project. I stretch and go into the bathroom. I close his door quietly before going into the toilet.

When I’m washing my hands at the sink, Damon walks in in a pair of athletic pants and no shirt or shoes. He stops behind me, puts his hands on my hips and drops his head to rest between my shoulder blades.

I rinse off my hands and turn off the water. After I dry my hands, I rest them on the counter. He hasn’t moved.

I don’t know what to do. Do I ask him what’s wrong? Or will that make him upset?

“Fuck,” he whispers. He straightens and turns me around. He tips my chin up and his mouth is on mine before I can say anything.

I don’t want to sink into this kiss. This should mean nothing. But his kiss claims me in a way Chase’s never did. It’s like Damon couldn’t resist, no matter how hard he tried. It’s intoxicating. His hands slide beneath my leggings and panties and shove them down over my hips.

My hands remain by my sides, even though my fingers itch to dig into his hair and pull him closer to me. He lifts me and sets my bare ass on the counter. I gasp at the chill and he deepens the kiss.

My leggings and panties are stripped off me. His hands are on the insides of my thighs, spreading me as he closes in until I feel the hardness of his cock against my pussy through his pants.

He drags my head back by my ponytail and meets my eyes. Both of us are breathing heavily.

“Now?”

“No.” I’d push him away and tell him to fuck off if I wasn’t so weak. I want whatever he’s willing to give me, but I don’t want him to fuck me like this. Something’s upset him.

He grabs my sweatshirt and lifts it over my head. His eyes take in the lacy bra before he unhooks it and leaves me naked on the counter before him.

“You haven’t fucked your boyfriend, have you, Evan?” He takes my breast into his hand and slides his thumb over the tip.

I suck in a breath. Feeling a little bratty, I say, “Not today.”

His eyes narrow on mine. He pushes a finger deep inside me. I cry out at the intrusion, but his kiss made me so fucking wet.

He drags his finger out and licks my slick off it. “If you let him fuck you, I’ll know.”

“How?” I can’t take any more of this bullshit. “What if we used a condom? It’s not like I’d let that manwhore fuck me without one.”

“But you’ll let us?” He slides his finger back in slowly, dragging his thumb against my clit. “How do you know I didn’t fuck someone today already, little devil?”

I try to control the desire spiraling through me mixing with my rising anger. It’s like he wants to fight. I meet his steady gaze. “Then our agreement is null and void.”

He brushes his cheek against mine as he says in my ear. “Good thing I didn’t. Let me fuck you properly, little devil.”

His tone has turned coaxing. Fuck.

“No.” There’s no way I’m letting him in when he’s in this mood. I don’t deserve his anger.

He growls, sending shivers through me. He carries me into his bedroom and tosses me on his bed. I don’t have time to scramble away before he comes down on top of me and kisses my neck. It’s like he’s trying to incinerate me with lust.

I grab onto his sheets to resist grabbing onto him. He rocks his hips into mine, still wearing his sweats. A whimper of need escapes me.

“I want to feel you come on my cock, Evan.” He bites my neck and I hiss at the sting of pain. He kisses down my chest until his lips close over my nipple.

I arch up into him as he sucks on my breast, flicking the tip with his tongue. My heart is beating so hard and my pussy aches to feel his finger or his tongue in it. Anything to relieve this ache.

“I could keep this up all night.”

I whimper as he spreads kisses across my chest to my other nipple and begins to suck it. My pussy pulses. Empty, needy.

“I don’t even need to touch that precious pussy to get what I want.” He lifts over me. Our eyes lock as he straddles my hips and holds himself up with one arm. “I don’t need your pussy to come, little devil. But you need me to touch it, don’t you?”

He dips down and takes my mouth in a carnal kiss. His cock brushes my stomach, but otherwise he holds himself away from me. I groan in frustration as he pulls away.

He strokes his cock in his hand, but holds my eyes captive. My fingers clench into the sheet. Fuck this. I can get myself off. Just not without him in the room.

I slip my hand down between my legs. He gives me a wicked smirk.

“That’s cheating, little devil.”

“You’re here.” I give him a little shrug like it doesn’t matter, as I slide my finger over my clit and release a sigh. Pleasure surges through me. I’d prefer it to be his hand, but it’s not like I haven’t gotten myself there before.

He chuckles and grabs my wrists, pulling them above my head and binding them with one of his large hands. “No.”

I squirm beneath him, but he straddles my waist and strokes his cock.

“If you want to get off, I can fuck you.” He slides his knuckles across my breast on the next stroke. Why is he doing this?

I press my lips together and narrow my eyes on him. Fuck him. “Why were you angry when you came in?”

“That’s none of your business, Evan.” He quickens his strokes. His lips part as he stares at my tits. “You have fucking fantastic tits. I could come on them or come inside you. Your choice?”

“Did something happen at school? Practice?” I consider the possibilities. I haven’t seen him since lunchtime.

He doesn’t want to talk about it. Fine. But I can still ask. If he’s going to make me lie here and watch him come without getting me off, he can be annoyed with me too.

“You want this dick, little devil?” He leans down and flicks his tongue against my lips. His hand strokes his cock against my stomach.

I squirm beneath him. “Do you think this is going to work? That I’ll say yes because you’re getting off without me?”

His smile is wicked. “You get off on watching, Evan. You’re so wet right now I could probably fist that pretty cunt.”

My eyes widen in horror. “No!”

Apparently, I do have limits.

“No fisting!”