Page 13 of The Lies That Shatter
She arches her back, giving me even more access to her amazing tits as I move my mouth to her other nipple. She drags her fingers through my hair, gripping tight enough to cause a delicious sting on my scalp. I don’t know if she’s trying to pull me closer, or just making sure I don’t go anywhere—like I fucking would want to.
As I remove my hand from her nipple and trail it slowly down her stomach, I make my intentions very clear. I bite down on her stiff peak, hard enough for her to cry out as she reaches that pleasure-pain barrier, doing the same with the other nipple, before I kiss up her chest to the spot just below her ear.
“If you want me to stop, now is the time. Once I really touch you, that makes you mine.” I can’t keep the possessive edge out of my tone, and when she doesn’t say a word, I lean back to gazeinto her chocolate eyes. Her blown pupils make them look more black than anything else.
“I don’t want you to stop, but we both know that you will never be mine.” She doesn’t look as sad as her words seem. It’s more that she’s resigned herself. I know she wants this, but she thinks it won’t change anything between us.
Maybe she’s right. There are certain things that won’t—can’t—change right away, but the important things will. She will know that she’s mine and I’m hers. I will make fucking sure of that.
“You’re wrong. I have always been yours, Mac. From the moment I met you, I knew we were meant to be together.” I try to make her hear how much I mean every fucking word. I know she can feel my hard cock pressing into her stomach, the ghost of my kiss on her lips, and I don’t know how she can ever doubt me.
“I need to know the truth, Finn. If I’m truly to be yours, the only person in your life, I have to trust you. So, please, be honest with me,” she pleads, her chocolate eyes wide.
“I’m worried that if I tell you, this moment will be ruined, and what I’ve dreamt of since I was a teenager will disappear before my eyes,” I confess, my voice sounding smaller than I’ve ever heard it.
She smiles at me. “It’s a risk you have to take, Finley. I deserve the truth.”
With a small shake of my head, secretly thrilled that she’s still the only person who calls me by my full name, I take a deep breath to steady myself. “You already know the type of man my dad is, and what he does for a living. He raised each of his kids to have a job within our organisation. I’m not going to go into details right now, as I’d really rather not lose my hard-on. But, long story short, my job is to honey trap women. I am assigned a mark, and my assignment is to seduce them for whateverreason. It might be money or information. Whatever the job; I lie, manipulate, and seduce my way to getting it done.”
I watch as her eyes widen in shock, and my shoulders sag when I realise she’s looking at me in the exact way I didn’t want. Pity, and like she doesn’t really know me.
“So, with Anita…” she trails off, not needing to finish the sentence.
“She’s a job. I’m supposed to marry her for her money, and also for her position on the council. It’s complicated.”
She shakes her head like she’s disappointed in me. “So you basically whore yourself out to get what you want? How do I even know that this is real? That you’re not using yourskillsto get what you want from me?”
My brow furrows, and I know she can see the hurt written all over my face. “I wouldneverdo that to you. I told you that knowing the truth would make you see me differently, but you pushed and pushed. So now you know.
“I hate who I am and what I do for a living. I hate every single part of my miserable fucking life. But let me make one thing very clear, Mac; I have never used how I feel about you to manipulate you. The feelings I have for you are the only ones I’m absolutely fucking sure of, because I felt them long before I became a whore, as you so delicately put it. You can think whatever you want of me, but never doubt how I feel about you. You’re the only woman I’ve ever truly cared about.”
I pull away from Mac, giving her the space I know she needs. I can practically see her brain is working a mile a minute, her face is unreadable as she tries to put how she feels in some semblance of order.
I try not to look at the beautiful girl in front of me, who was in my arms just seconds before I ruined everything. Her hair is sticking up at all angles from where I grabbed hold of her,and her lipstick is smudged around her bee-stung lips that are swollen from our kiss.
Her tits are hanging out over the top of her dress, her nipples peaked, glistening with my saliva. Her legs are wide enough to accommodate me between them, and her bare thigh is sticking through the slit in her dress, making me wonder if she went without panties as well as no bra. She looks like a fucking wet dream, and a few seconds ago she was all mine, until I blew it.
The small distance I put between us is enough for her to spring into action. She reaches out and grabs the front of my shirt before ripping it open, buttons flying in all directions. “I’m not happy about what you’ve told me, and I don’t just want the short story. I want you to sit down and tell me everything, and then I can make up my mind about how I feel. But, right now, I want to know what you were about to do next.”
As she pulls me back against her body, she pushes her lips to mine in a firm, bruising kiss. “I want to taste you, to own you, and to finally make you mine,” I growl in response.
Her body shudders beneath my touch, and I run my hand down the silk of her dress until I feel the soft skin of her thigh poking out through the slit. As soon as my hand makes contact with her bare flesh, I have to bite my lip to hold back my groan. She feels so fucking perfect.
As I look into her beautiful eyes, I see a slight hesitation there that has me halting the progress of my hand. “I want you more than anything, Finley, but I don’t know how far I can go with you, knowing that you won’t really be mine afterwards,” she mutters.
I give her a small smile as I nod my head. “I understand, sweetheart. This one is just for you. A way for me to show you how royally I have fucked things up between us, and how I intend to one day make it right.”
She looks like she’s about to reply, but I don’t give her the chance. We have come so far, I can’t allow her to pull away now. I press my lips against hers in a slow, passionate kiss, whilst my hand continues its journey to the apex of her thighs.
Using my legs, I kick hers apart wider, so I have better access, using my other hand to pull her dress up so it’s bunched around her waist. At this point, I probably should have just taken the damn thing off, but that will lose me valuable time, and I’m not wasting another second with her.
Once my finger makes contact with the heat between her legs, I realise she’s not wearing any panties, and I feel like I’ve fallen into one of my own wet dreams.
“You’re not wearing panties, sweetheart. Were you hoping something like this would happen? Or maybe you just like walking around, feeling the cool air between your legs, as you wonder if anyone can tell how much of a bad girl you really are,” I growl, hating the idea that any of my father’s men might have noticed she’s not wearing anything beneath her dress.
She gives me the sexiest smile, as she whispers against my cheek. “Maybe I wanted to see the look on your face when you realised. Or maybe I just like feeling the silk against my bare pussy.” She gives me a noncommittal shrug, driving me even more crazy, as I pray like hell that she was thinking of me when she dressed.
Ignoring her taunting gaze, I gently run my finger through her slit. I can’t hold back my groan as I discover how wet my girl is.
