36. Chapter 36 #2
Let's see how she liked it.
"I didn't take you for a biter." Ray puffed in surprise.
"I'm not," I admitted, nudging at Lara, so she turned over, on all fours. She tossed me a hesitant look. She should have listened to her stomach, the warning it was giving her. I'd slashed myself free of her strings, and she was in danger.
"Did Ray stretch you out? Can your slutty hole take me?" I dipped two fingers inside and thrust easily. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them to my knees. "So wet, ass up for me. That's a good girl."
My head spun as Lara arched her perfect curves.
I shoved her legs wide, reaching underneath her to play with her clit.
I wanted to toy with her as she'd done with me.
Her body was so beautiful, more than I had imagined.
Her thighs shuddered as I squeezed her clit between my fingers, moving it around in little circles.
She let out a soft gasp, slumping her chest onto the bed.
Her head turned to the side, and her lips parted, wanton and irresistible.
"I'm sensitive." She gasped, wriggling out of my reach.
I dragged her back with a growl.
"I don't care," I said.
Blood thumped in my ears as I pressed my fingers into her tender skin.
Ray's cum leaked out of her onto me. Branding me with a mix of both.
It shouldn't have been such a turn-on, but it was.
My cock scorched steel, and I ground it against her ass, desperate for relief.
Lara quivered underneath me, soft pants escaping her.
"Hey, go easy." Ray reached over and grabbed at me.
I wrenched out of his way, ignoring the tingles that jittered down my spine. I let up my relentless touch on Lara, pressing back onto my knees. Ray's eyebrows jammed together, wary and tense.
"Fuck off, you had her multiple times. Now it's my turn." I knew I sounded like an animal, but the rage inside me was a volcano.
Set to explode. Being with Lara had haunted my thoughts for so long. But I couldn't have her the way I wanted, because she lied. My rage needed this.
Lara let out a husky laugh.
"I'm an adult, Ray. If I don't like something, I'll say so. Jonah would never hurt me, would you, big guy?" She arched up on her knees and searched for a kiss.
My stomach turned acidic. I couldn't touch the lips that lied to me.
When we'd kissed before, I'd given her all my unspoken words.
I'd taken each kiss with foolish reverence.
Now that I knew her tongue was laced with the sweetest poison, I couldn't taste her again.
If I kissed her, the fraying barrier between my lust and rage might combust.
Every kiss we'd ever shared had been a lie. I couldn't make this one a lie, too.
"Let's find out, shall we?" I urged her onto her stomach again, not missing the uncertain flash of hurt in her eyes.
She was so good and it was so real I could barely believe it. Ray shuffled back with a frown.
"I thought you were the romantic type," Ray said as I lined my cock up with Lara's pussy.
I am a romantic.
But this wasn't love. It was punishment.
My mind blanked as I sank into her gripping heat, her walls tight around my thick length.
She moaned, guttural, into the mattress.
My hips moved of their own accord, and I gasped at the ceiling, eyes clenched shut.
It fractured my mind to know she was so perfect.
She rocked her ass back, controlling the movement.
I caught my tongue between my teeth and clamped down on it.
I needed to sever the hold her body had on me.
This moment wasn't real. My chest burned with a betrayal I couldn't carry, and I slammed my hips forward, wanting to punish her for making me feel this way.
"How long have you lied to us, Lara?"
Lara's pleasure-hazed gaze sharpened as she looked back at me. I angled my body to keep her pinned on the bed with my weight while I reached around and found her clit once more.
Come on my fingers while you lie to me.
I let her see my vitriol, but she only blinked, dismissing it.
"What?" Her eyes clenched shut as I continued to stroke her.
Her walls strangled my thick cock. I wanted her to feel me everywhere when I obliterated her charade.
"It clicked for me why you kept us at arm's length. Because you're a liar. You messed up, Lara. You mentioned your mom earlier. What about the happy marriage your background check turned up?"
Ray spluttered, shooting me an incredulous look. Lara tried to shift out of my hold, but I pressed more of my weight onto her. She wriggled, tension making her limbs stiffen.
"T-they weren't happy." Her voice was tight, and I let her have a moment to breathe.
"And the cameras? The panic attack you had at the warehouse?"
So easily she lied. But I knew the truth, and so did she.
The lies tumbled down around us. There was no love in my touch, my movements like a ruthless machine.
Her walls fluttered around me, and I knew she was close.
It should have been a beautiful moment. But I tasted bile as it coursed up my throat.
Lara came with a soft cry, as if muffling the sound might steal my satisfaction. I pressed my hand flat on her back, unable to stop myself.
"Shall I stop?" I grunted as I thrust into her, hard.
She could feel the fury in my movements, iron bars of icy rage, twining around my limbs. Her eyes turned filmy with unshed tears, and she caught her quivering lip between her teeth.
"What's your purpose here?"
Inconceivably, her channel fluttered around my punishing strokes, and a soft groan escaped her.
"What are you talking about?" Ray interjected, his tanned skin turning gray.
He flicked a disbelieving look at Lara. But she didn't refute my words. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips until I felt my release build. This was a nightmare, but I wouldn't stop until I finished it.
"Tell him the truth, Lara, if you can." I gasped, pulling her back to plunge myself deeper than I ever had in any woman before.
I wanted her to know I was fucking her out of hatred, nothing else.
She pushed herself up, meeting my thrusts with soft gasps.
Her mouth fell open with abandon as she took everything I gave her.
It infuriated me. I wanted to break her, but every thrust I made into her tight, feverish body only splintered me into pieces.
There was no winning for either of us. My eyes stung with frustration, a strange sort of grief for what could have been.
"It's. Not. What. You. Think," Lara cried as I pounded into her.
I stole what little pleasure I could from this moment, but so did she. Her eyes rolled back as my fury created ecstasy inside her. I chased her high-pitched cry as my cum flooded her insides, like the last mark of this punishment.
A silky glow spread through me.
If this had been how I wanted, I would have pulled her into my arms and kissed her flushed skin. Instead, I wrenched myself away, enjoying the way my release splattered down her thigh.
"Are you fucking crazy?" Ray reached for Lara, but she waved him off.
She clenched her legs together and rested a shaking hand around her throat. She didn't want to admit it. Even now, she couldn't be honest. I shrugged on my clothes, hating how rough the material felt against my skin.
I wanted to bottle up the rapidly fading glow and save it for later. But what was the point? Everything about my dream girl was an illusion.
"Tell us everything."
"This was not the fun, sexy threesome I expected. What's gotten into you?" Ray asked.
Lara's shoulders drooped, and tears tore away from her eyelids, charting a guilty track over her cheek.
She looked like a fallen angel, damned by her own duplicity.
Found guilty and punished by me. There was no satisfaction in it.
I still wanted to wrap her in my arms and offer her comfort.
She yanked at the sheets, wrapping them around her body.
"What's he talking about?"
Lara wouldn't look at Ray, and he leaned over the bed to grip her chin. He lifted it until her gaze clashed with his. Her cheeks were pink from fucking, and the scent of it permeated the room. I wished I could enjoy it, wished everything could be different.
"I-I'm not who I say I am. But I swear, it's not what you think.
" She let out a cry as Ray pinched her chin hard.
"I work for an organization called The Unseen.
There is so much more I need to explain, but I need you to know that what I feel for you is real.
Everything I've done, I've had you both in mind. "
The door opened with a creak, and Beck sighed as he stepped inside. His shoulders bowed in like a tree blown over by a storm.
"Oh, my Little Liar. Is it too late to say I told you so?"
Ray let go of Lara's chin with a jerk of disgust. I knew what he was feeling right now, because the mirror swirled inside me as well.
"Start talking." Ray slipped his hand inside his bedside table and pulled out a gun. He clicked off the safety and pointed the barrel at them. "Right now."