Page 123 of Tell Me Pucking Lies


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I’ve never had to beg for this instant attraction with women. Never been told no. Not in any way that stuck.

The world owes me. Always has. That’s just how it is when you’re born with my name, my money, my face.

I study her reactions like I’m reading a map—looking for the exact moment she breaks. The exact second she stops pretending she doesn’t want this.

Women are easy. You just have to know what buttons to push.

My old man taught me that. Over expensive dinners at clubs where the membership cost more than most people’s houses.

“Women are currency, Atticus,” he’d say, swirling his whisky. “Spend them wisely.”

Hated the bastard for saying it. Still do.

But he wasn’t wrong, was he?

You take what’s yours before someone else does. That’s the rule. And I don’t lose.

“You gonna help me then?” I ask, voice low and rough. “So I can help you?”

She stares at me. At what I’m doing. At the condom in her hand.

I can see it—that war behind her eyes. The bit that knows she should run. The bit that wants to stay anyway.

Indecision.

That’s when you know the decisions already been made. She knew it from the moment she laid her eyes on me that she wanted this. Now it’s my job to be more convincing.

She doesn’t move. Just watches me like she’s forgotten how to breathe.

I grab her jaw and tilt her face up so she’s got no choice but to look at me.

“So—”

I shut her up with my mouth.

She tries to push at my chest. I catch her wrists, pin them down, and smirk against her lips.

There we go. That trembling. Not fear—just her brain trying to catch up with what her body already knows.

I kiss her deeper, tongue sliding against hers until she’s gasping into my mouth. Then I step back, releasing her, watching her chest heave.

“Still want to leave?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer. Just stares at me, breathing hard.

Thought so.

I pump my dick again, enjoying myself as I watch her pretend she doesn’t want this.

“Come here.”

She hesitates.

“Come. Here.”

She moves. Slow. Like her body’s betraying her.

When she’s close enough, I grab her hips and yank her between my legs.