If you loved Scarlett and Malone, then you will melt for Smith and Calista in THE TRUTHS THAT DECEIVE, a steamy, dark, and sexy billionaire D/s age gap romance.
I cross the room and move toward her. The air crackles with electricity as I close the space between us, a carnal pull to each other that neither wants.
A pull we both want to dive deeply into.
“Tell me,” I say, capturing her chin and tilting it so her eyes are forced to look up at me.
Because there’s more than one way to pursue prey.
I bring my mouth close, skimming her lips with my own. Tell me what you know, Calista.”
“Even if I knew something,” she whispers, raising her head higher, her lips seeking mine. “Telling you the tiniest thing amounts to treason.”
I slip an arm low on her waist and she melts into me. This girl makes me beyond hard, like a teenager aching to have his dick sucked for the first time.
Fuck, do I remember that feeling.
Right now it’s a living nightmare.
I slide my tongue up her throat anyway, loving how she arches for me, both an offering and a submissive move.
Everything about her is hedonistic. “Withholding is treason, too.”
“You’re not with the government anymore.”
“Neither are you. Not since you ran.”
She shudders, tiny pants slipping from her lips, and her fingers close tight on my lapels. I’m not sure if she’s clinging to some shred of resolve or trying to make me touch her.
And it takes every ounce of restraint to stop my fingers from creeping up the sides of her inner thighs and delving into her wet pussy.
“You’re taking me in. So why should I tell you anything?”
I rub my thumb over her mouth and she parts her lips, the tip of her tongue jutting out to caress my flesh. “So now you accept the fact that you’re caught?”
Slipping my thumb into her mouth, her lips close around it. She licks and sucks and makes me harder than I’ve ever been, something I didn’t think was possible. She makes me so hard I’m fucking steel.
“I just?—”
I press down, cutting off her words, opening her mouth and pushing in deep. Her eyes are a wild storm.
“Think hard about what you’re going to say, Calista.”
In and out, in and out. I thrust slow and deep into the wet sucking depths of her mouth, basking in the way her tongue slides against my invading thumb.
“Because here’s the thing. I don’t care what you did or why. Money’s my motivation. And that makes me dangerous for you to cross. I’m not loyal to anyone and I sure as hell don’t care about you beyond collecting my fee.”
I move in close and dip my tongue into her mouth, plunging into her hot depths. She trembles in my arms, clutching me tight when I break the kiss.
I capture her earlobe with my teeth. “So we’re going to work together and get back on US soil.” I bite down hard. “Behave and your brother lives.”
A slow smile lifts my lips as I pull away. Her stricken look makes my dick drip.
Truth and lies.
Manipulation.
“Let me go,” she rasps.
“You and I will get along a lot better if you play nice.”
This time when she pulls away, I let her go. Her eyes flick to me as she moves around the room and gets herself a drink.
I watch her move, her movements jerky as she pours the drink. Suddenly she darts away from the bar and rushes for the door. I grab at her arm, dragging her away from the lock.
Calista can’t get out but it pisses me off that she tried, lights the fires of the chase in me, and I tackle her down to the ground.
She struggles, fighting me, inviting me, her thighs parting, hips thrusting up. I coil my fingers in the silk of her hair, wrenching her head back so her jugular’s exposed.
The weight of me presses into one of her thighs and I thrust against her.
Her breaths morph into pants, eyes glittering with lust and disdain. I scrape my teeth lightly against her pounding pulse.
I don’t want to mark her. Yet. I just want to feel the reigned in power, the violence of response in her.
“I told you,” I murmur. “I’ll take and not give a shit. Calista. And that means one fucking thing.”
“That you’re a pervert out to make money off me?”
I flash her an evil smile and lick her jugular, making her moan.
“No. It means that there will be consequences.”
“Like?”
“This.”