The Good Liar (Infidelity #1)

by C.P. Harris

“Take me, angel.” His words were garbled, eyes flinty, dick making a point. “I will,” I said, teeth accidentally cutting into my tongue from the sheer force of him. “Never leave me,” he warned. “Never,” I promised, so close to diving off the edge again, my ass weathering the rippling of him inside of me, a sign he was close to coming undone, too. “Who do you belong to?” he asked. “You.” “Louder!” he shouted, turning up the dial on his war against my body. This wasn’t lovemaking or fucking. This was mating, this was heat, this was a thirst being quenched after a long drought. It was anger, pining, pain. It was all those things, but also the washing away of it all, too. It was breaking ourselves down so we could build ourselves up into something new, something more. It was stakes being raised, claims being made, lines I’d drawn between us in the goddamn sand being erased. It was possession unleashed. “You! Always and–and only you, Cole.” “Good. Now take that fucking ring off.” Without breaking his rhythm, Cole brought me into a seated position on his thighs, holding me to his chest with a hand at my throat and the other on my hip. I twisted the band, getting it about halfway off when Cole impatiently said, “Keep fucking me. Keep up the pace.” And then reached around to pop the ring off all the way, essentially declaring it null and void, sending it tumbling across the floor. “I’m the only one who shackles you now,” he said, surprisingly gentle, the ongoing sex anything but. ...