Under the Lies

by Sarah E. Green

He’s the unofficial ruler, this city is his kingdom and I’m on the hunt for his throne.

His face is a beautiful nightmare. Cruel by design. Perfection that only ever seems to unfairly grace someone so wicked.

Does one miss the Devil after they’ve found salvation? Does one miss the darkness when they’ve stumbled into the light?

His touch passion. His stare hungry.

Noah speaks four languages, his most fluent? Sarcasm. The cherry on top of his asshole.

Sayer wasn’t the sun brightening my day, she was the stars that hung around the moon. The night sky was dull without her. I felt dull without her.

Then, in the same voice, he says, “I’m not all that you’ve heard, Sayer.” Behind the frames of his glasses, those glacial blues nail me where I stand. “No,” I agree. “I think you’re more, Noah Kincaid. More than a story could ever hold.”

Maybe that’s why I can’t stop myself. She’s the light to my dark, the angel to my devil. I want to take what makes her pristine and ruin it, to have her revel in sin with me.

His mouth crashes against mine, shutting me up and stealing my words. Cradling the back of my head, he devours me like I’m his last meal. I cling to him, opening for more. My nails bite his flesh. He’s not kind or soft. He’s possessive and in control. And it awakens pieces that have wilted within me. His touch is sin. His kiss poison. And I’m too busy drowning in him to care about a cure.

“You’re mine because you fucking own me, Sayer Brooks.

“Everything that I am is yours. Everything I have I’ll give you. This heart? It’s yours. Don’t break it. It’s a fragile beast.”

“Now, stand up. Kings and devils don’t kneel.” He doesn’t budge. “They do when it’s to their queen.”