Page 41 of Lie With Me
As soon as the door closes, Tripp pulls at the handcuffs. “Now, Valentina.”
“Ooh. Mr. Tough Guy. I didn’t hear you telling anyone to stop. Except, you know, when Diego asked to fuck me. You looked like you enjoyed yourself.” My voice is soft in an attempt to soothe his anger.
The moment he’s free of his restraints, he rolls me over, grabs the handcuffs, and locks my wrists to the headboard. “Hey! What are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer me as he gets up and retrieves a condom. When he turns back to the bed, I’m surprised to see that he’s already hard again as he rolls the condom down his shaft. His pants are still on, and he makes no effort to remove them as he climbs on the bed again and settles between my legs, burying himself inside me until our pelvic bones press together.
“I fucking hated every moment of that,” he grits out as he fucks me hard. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him into me with every punishing drive of his hips. Even though I already came, I’m still wet, and his cock slides against my walls with the intense pressure of being so full.
“You looked like you enjoyed yourself to me,” I repeat. His answer is a particularly hard thrust, and my tongue curls in my mouth as my lips turn up in asmile. “If this is my punishment, I’ll have to be bad more often.”
“Don’t put me through that again. I don’t want to see someone else touch you,” he pleads, voice cracking.
The sound of the headboard banging against the wall picks up as he screws his eyes shut. With every press of his hips, he bumps against my clit, sending electric tingles down my spine that make my toes curl.
“Look at me,” I urge.
The speakers in the room crackle before the countdown to midnight begins.
“Ten…Nine…”
Our eyes lock as his hips slow. Instead of punishing thrusts, his pace changes to long, deep strokes, rubbing against all the right spots.
“You make me fucking crazy, Viv. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Eight…Seven…Six…”
“It’s just because we’re sexually compatible,” I say softly, even though I feel what he’s feeling, too.
I don’t want to give him up when this is all over.
But I can’t be with him.
“Five…Four…Three…”
“I’ll never think of anything other than this on this night from now on. Thank you for making it the best possible way to start a new year.”
“Two…”
Our lips melt together before the countdown hits zero. The speakers erupt with chaos—cheers andconfetti poppers and people screamingHappy New Year—all blending with the sounds we make as we come together.
Tripp stays buried inside me as he releases my hands, tangling his fingers in my hair while we kiss. Everything about the moment feels as if we’re right where we belong.
Together.
And for a single fleeting moment, I wonder if there’s any way to make this thing between us work.
“Should I be worried about you?” Carmela asks as I close my locker door.
Turning, I see her standing behind me, arms crossed over her glitter-clad chest. She’s wearing high-waisted dress pants in a shimmery black and a sequined crop top with thick straps that she picked up at Dolce and Gabbana when we went shopping last week.
Carmela Lane is just like me—only not. She has a secret past, too. The only difference between us is that she had a great life growing up, yet she chooses to live the life she does. Tangled in the wicked webs of men in power and constantly needing to stay a step ahead of them.
“Why would you need to be worried about me?”
“I think you know why, Len. Dropping out of the show? No longer taking Desires clients unless aparticular man is with you? Remember how concerned you were about Ginny when she and Jackson started spending so much time together? I know the guy is his best friend, and Jackson said he can be a little intense.”
“There’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine. We just have a situation we’re dealing with for a little while, then things will go back to normal. It’s not a big deal.” Shrugging, I move to walk around her, but she blocks my path.