Page 11 of The Lies That Shatter
Despite the screams and shrieks, nobody moves. It’s a fucking miracle I notice she’s here at all. Actually, that’s not even a little true. She’s the most beautiful person in the room, and I willalwayssee her. She’s a part of me, and we’re connected, even if I try to deny it. I will always find her.
As soon as all the shooting is over, and it’s safe for me to move without drawing too much attention, I turn and walk over to McKenna. All eyes are on Dad and Bree as they continue with this fake as fuck party, finishing off their speeches, so I don’t think anyone will even notice I’ve gone.
I reach McKenna, and I see the man beside her is holding onto her arm, no doubt to stop her from moving during the gunshots. I know logically that he’s probably helping her, but as soon as I spot his fingers sinking into her pale skin, I see red. He must notice the change in my expression, and it doesn’t take a genius to follow the direction of my glare.
He glances from me to where his hands are touching Mac, and then back to me. It takes him a few seconds too long to catch on, but as soon as he does, he drops his hand and takes a step back.
“I’m so sorry, Sir. I-I… I was just trying to help,” he stutters. The mere fact that he calls me Sir, and has the good sense to look terrified, tells me he knows exactly who I am.
I’m about to chew him a new asshole, or maybe worse, when I feel McKenna’s gentle, soft hand reach out to meet mine. As soon as her fingers touch my palm, my skin tingles with electricity. I’m aware I sound like a teenage girl for even thinking that, but the sensations she provokes in me, even with the gentlest of touches, are electric.
I look over at my beautiful girl and see the fear in her big chocolate eyes. I clasp our hands together and, without wasting another minute, I pull her away from this ridiculous excuse for a party.
There are so many doors to get out of this big ballroom, but I use the one in the far corner of the room. It’s the corridor that leads to my father’s office. With all his men and our family at the party, this is the one area of the house where nobody will be. In fact, we shouldn’t be here. But everywhere else will have staff and guests wandering around, and we could be disturbed easily. I don’t want that.
As I pull her, she wastes no time lacing our fingers together until we’re holding hands, and my arm feels so fucking alive. I don’t even bother looking back. I know with all the drama unfolding, very few—if any—eyes will be on us. I head straight to the room I know will be empty, the third door on the right.
As soon as I open the heavy wooden door, the bright fluorescent lights above flicker on. Most of the rooms off this corridor—Dad’s work corridor—are fitted with motion-sensored lighting. So as soon as we enter the room, it lights up, revealing everything.
Not that there’s much to see. The walls have wooden panelling along the bottom half, and a hideous flower wallpaper on the top, that my mum no doubt added to give the room a bit more life. The carpet is dark and does nothing to stand out. In fact, the only thing that catches your eye in this room is the large oval wooden desk with chairs around it that takes up the majority of the space.
“Is this one of your father’s meeting rooms?” Mac asks at the right time, just as I feel some horrible memories of being in this room as a child begin to flood back. I got my first assignment in this room, and I also got a beating for refusing to undertake it.
If Dad had been by himself, I don’t think he would have beaten me the way he did. But he had to show the people he works with that he’s in control. If he can’t keep his own family in line, what sort of leader does that make him?
“Yeah, but don’t worry. Nobody will come in here. It’s off limits during the party,” I explain, and her chocolate eyes widen in fear as she pulls on my hand, trying to drag me back towards the door we just came in through.
Firmly, I pull her arm so she can’t get any farther, but I tug a bit too much and she spins closer, stopping mere inches from me. So close I can feel her breath tickling my face.
For a moment, I’m frozen, just staring at her. Looking at the way she pulls her plump pink lips between her teeth as she nibbles at them—a nervous habit she’s had since she was a kid, and one that turns me on.
I forcefully pull my eyes away from her lips—trying not to think about how they look like they were made to swallow my cock. As my eyes travel down, I deliberately gloss over how fucking amazing her tits look, pushed up in the dark emerald-green dress she’s wearing. It scoops in the middle, giving a great view of her cleavage, which isn’t something she shows off often.
Her dress is beautiful, but only because of how fucking hot it makes her look. On anyone else, I doubt it would even catch my eye, but everything about McKenna draws me in. The way it sits tightly around her top half, pulling her waist in, showing off her sultry curves, before flowing over her hips and down, until it lightly sweeps along the floor. There’s a slit up one thigh, giving me a flash of milky white skin as her leg presses through the dress. I also catch sight of the high heels she’s wearing, and now I’m practically salivating.
McKenna has never looked so fucking good, and it hits me that some of my father’s men could have seen her like this. Fuck, what if my father saw her looking like this?
Mac must see the change in my demeanour, as she takes a step back, but I’m not letting her get away that easily. For each retreating step she takes, I take one forward, until finally, her spine hits the wall, and I have her well and truly trapped.
She gasps as I let out a little humourless chuckle. “What’s the matter, Mac? I didn’t think you got scared,” I taunt, as I press my body against hers.
My hard length is pushing against her stomach, and there’s no way she can’t feel how fucking turned on I am just looking at her. Her mouth flops open and closed in shock, like she’s struggling to find the words, which is really fucking unlike her. So I decide to take control for a bit.
Leaning in until my lips are just below her ear, I take pleasure in the way she shivers when my breath hits the side of her face, finding what I’m sure will be a tender spot if I were to place my lips there. But I don’t think she’s ready for me to do that…yet.
One of my hands is resting against the wall behind her head, helping to box her in, and the other is still clasped with hers, until I let go and slowly bring it up to her forehead, to wipe the strands of blonde hair from her eyes. As I tuck them behind her ear, she gives me a small smile, but still says nothing. It’s like she thinks if she speaks it will burst our bubble and this thing that’s sparking between us will be over, but I have no fucking intention of allowing that to happen.
I press my body harder against hers, loving the friction against my growing erection. She tries to keep inhaling normally, but as she hears my groan of pleasure, her breathing picks up speed. Her heart is almost beating right out of her chest.
I know this will probably ruin the mood, but I need answers, and right now, she seems to be in a very compliant mood. “What the hell are you doing here, Mac?” I growl.
As much as I love the feel of her body against mine, and seeing her in the banging dress, I’m so unbelievably pissedthat she would come here and put herself in this position. She knows who my dad is, and what he does. Everyone in our neighbourhood has a pretty good idea he’s not the rich businessman he portrays himself to be.
But McKenna grew up with me, so she knows everything. She knows how dangerous and volatile Dad can be. If he knew I had someone I cared about, she would be in danger, and I could never let that happen.
McKenna’s eyes lose their almost intoxicated daze and darken slightly as her brow furrows, no doubt annoyed at my tone. “I came because you invited me, asshole,” she snaps, trying to push me away from her, but I stand firm.
Realising she stands no chance of being able to get me to move unless I want to, she drops her arms with a huff, but continues to glare at me. I try to hide the smile that’s threatening to break free. She just looks so damn cute when she’s feisty.
