My Cruel Lover (Wicked Poison Book 3)

by T. L Smith

  I have a feeling tonight isn’t going to be what I expect.

  Hopefully, I can slip out and leave early without anyone noticing.

  Chapter 17

  Jacinta

  He lied. I knew it. I should have guessed it straight away. I clutch my drink in my hand as he walks toward us, dressed more casually than usual. He’s wearing black jeans with a white shirt, which would probably be casual on someone else, but not him.

  “Yeah, you came.” Shandy jumps into his arms. I turn away, so I can’t see his eyes on me, and sip my drink. Why did I decide to drink again? Like some sort of sixth sense, I can feel when he comes up next to me, not even having to turn to know it’s him.

  Intuitively I just know.

  It’s not only his smell, but there’s something about him that makes normal perception hype up and become something more.

  “Jacinta.” A man drops into the chair in front of me—Beckham’s friend, Archie. He nods to my drink and sits back, lifting his own. “Do you dance?”

  “No.”

  “Bullshit! She’s been dancing for hours. Beckham, take her out dancing,” Shandy says. When I turn to face her, it’s him I come face-to-face with.

  “I don’t dance,” Beckham says through gritted teeth, his eyes on my lips. I lick them like every cliché book I’ve read.

  When a man is staring at your lips, and you know exactly why, why do you always seem to lick them?

  Because despite me saying I don’t want him, I know it’s the exact opposite. I want him with every fiber of my being.

  “I’ll take you to dance, sweetheart,” Archie says with a raised brow.

  “You don’t like most people. Why are you even talking to her?” Beckham asks Archie.

  Archie smirks at me, and I can’t help the smile I give in return.

  “Don’t entertain the asshole,” Beckham barks at me.

  “That’s exactly why. Because you’re interesting when you’re riled up,” Archie says. “Plus, she’s beautiful, and I would like to see her dance. Wouldn’t you?” Archie goes to stand, but Beckham does first and reaches over and pulls me up. Now on my feet, he tugs me out of the area where we’re seated.

  “I don’t want to dance with you.”

  “Too fucking bad,” Beckham says. When we get to the crowded dance floor, he turns and pulls me to him, so our bodies are aligned, not caring that we aren’t dancing to the rhythm of the music, only that our bodies are in full contact with one another. I feel him move my hair from my shoulder before his lips connect with my skin, and his tongue licks from my shoulder to just under my ear. A shiver breaks out across my body, and I lean into him a little more, and the world around us evaporates.

  Completely.

  Our hips sway, my head rests on his chest, and his mouth stays on my bare shoulder, his hands resting just above my ass, gripping onto my hips.

  I could pull away.

  I should pull away.

  But it feels too good, which seems to be the dilemma with Beckham.

  And I’m afraid if I don’t get the courage soon to pull away, I may never be able to.

  He’s not like Anderson, and he’s nothing like August either.

  Beckham is his own brand of man, and I’m fast falling into his trap.

  “Is this why you haven’t been answering my calls?”

  I pull back at those words because they’re clearly directed at us. And they are so close I can hear them even through the loud music pumping through the club. Beckham keeps his hands on my hips, not letting me get away.

  “Who even is she?”

  Now that I can actually see her, I smile, but her eyes zero in on me, clearly not happy.

  “What the fuck are you looking at bitch?”

  I pull away from Beckham now to see he’s visibly angry.

  “This is not a me problem,” I say to Beckham and back away. “He’s all yours, sweetheart.” Smiling, I turn and walk back to our table, all eyes are on me and wide with surprise. Rylee is back from the bar with two drinks in her hand, and she passes one to me. Archie is sitting there messaging on his phone, then he lifts his eyes as I take a seat that’s available near him.

  “I see you met one of his crazies.” Archie laughs. Then his face goes from smiling to serious. All playfulness leaves his expression as he focuses on me. “Beckham is probably the only person on this planet I care about. I’d literally kill someone if they hurt him again.” He pauses, looks me up and down. “You feel me?”

  “No. I do not. And was that a threat?” I ask with my eyebrows raised. No one will ever be threatening me again. I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime.

  “Of course not, just simply informing you.” Archie stands and wanders off, and Rylee sits next to me, watching Archie leave and nudging me with her shoulder. “You okay?”

  I shrug. “A little drunk, but fine.” I smile.

  “Archie is …” she looks away as she speaks, “… let’s just say he doesn’t like anyone but Beckham. And, well, Beckham hardly likes anyone.” She laughs. “Archie’s scary, I get it. But he can see what we all see.”

  I squint, my brows pulling together. “Huh?”

  “We see the way Beckham is around you. Even if he says the wrong things, his actions with you are different to anyone else. Archie can see it. And because he remembers what happened last time Beckham lost someone, he doesn’t want that to happen again.”

  “Is he dangerous?” I ask, completely ignoring everything else she said. I don’t want to know that she thinks her brother sees me differently, I prefer how we are now with no talk of emotions.

  “Only to those he hates.” She giggles. “Which is almost everyone.” She shrugs.

  “We should go,” Beckham says, standing in front of me. Thinking he’s talking to Rylee—because clearly, he isn’t talking to me—I don’t respond. “Jacinta.” This time he says my name.

  Is that the first time he’s called me by my name?

  Am I that drunk that I can’t remember?

  “What?” I crinkle my nose at him.

  He offers me his hand. “It’s time you got home. Come …”

  “Come?” I laugh. “No, thanks. I’m good.” I turn away from his hand to see Rylee holding in her laugh.

  “We need to talk, and I can drive you home while we talk,” he says again.

  Looking up at him, I have to remember what an asshole he is. Because who says no to going home with a man who looks like him? Dark hair matched with dark eyes and a face that could stalk a runway, he has well-defined, everything.

  “I’ll take a hard pass. How does that sound?”

  “That sounds like a no,” he says, and before I can say anything else, he leans down and swoops me up. Throwing me over his shoulder, he carries me through the crush of bodies. I thump his back to let me down, but it doesn’t work. I lift my head to see Rylee is waving and smiling at me as I go. He pushes through the crowd to the exit, and the cold night air hits my bare legs.

  “Put me down before everyone sees I’m not wearing panties,” I tell him.

  He slides me down his front, one hand on my dress, being super careful to not let it ride up. “Now, where were we?” Greedy hands reach for me again, and I welcome the warmth, even when I shouldn’t, as he cups my chin in his hand. “Yours or mine?”

  “Who was that girl?” I ask.

  “Nobody,” he answers, as our eyes lock on each other. He stares, blinks, and doesn’t look away.

  “Who was she?”

  Beckham pulls back, and my body is cold from the loss of him.

  How fucking ironic.

  “I told you, she’s nobody.”

  “So, you fuck a lot of nobodies then?” I ask, hand going to my hip and jutting it out to one side. “Do you think I’m that stupid? That I don’t know you’re fucking her?” I ask, giggling. “You can fuck who you want, but why not just say so?”

  “Because I fucked her once, and she won’t leave me the fuck alone. Now, can we end this?
It’s getting cold, and your bed is getting colder the longer we stand here.”

  “You think you’re real smooth …” I say, the cold air sobering me up just a little bit more.

  “Well, I am.” He reaches for me again and pulls me in fast so that I have to put my hands on his chest to stop myself from crashing straight into him. “It’s cold. Let’s go.”

  “You mean before I change my mind,” I say, pulling back as he reaches for the keys in his pocket. He grabs hold of my hand and starts walking, and I blindly follow the lion like a lost sheep.

  “That won’t happen. You like the way I fuck you. Plus, tonight I plan to have dessert, then fuck you, too.” He stops at his car, and I look at it, my eyes going wide. I’ve seen this car, know it’s his car, but have never been in something so expensive in my life. My hand reaches out to touch it—I could never afford anything like this in my life. Ever.

  Growing up, we didn’t have a lot of money, but we weren’t poor either. My parents were careful with how they spent their money, and buying something like this to them would seem a waste.

  “She’s a real beauty, isn’t she?” he says as I lift my hand away from his car. When I turn to face him, I wonder if he was talking about the car or me because his eyes are glued to me, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. But that couldn’t be possible. That would mean he was giving me a compliment, and when the hell does he ever do that.

  “I guess so,” I say as he pulls open the car door and I slide inside. My phone buzzes as he rounds the front of the car. It’s Shandy and Rylee, both messaging me with emojis. I laugh and slide it back into my purse as he climbs in. After starting the engine, his hand goes to the gearshift, and he pulls out. I watch, fascinated. He makes driving look hot. The veins in his arms pulse and he clutches the gearshift hard.

  We don’t speak, and the few times he glances my way, his smirk sits on his lips. Until we get to my place. He gets straight out like he knows what I’m thinking and opens my door, offering his hand.

  I shouldn’t be sleeping with my boss.

  Again.

  But I just can’t seem to say no.

  Again.

  Beckham follows me to my front door while I grab out the key and unlock it. The minute the door is unlocked, I feel him behind me as he pushes me in, his body at the back of mine, and he reaches for my purse, dropping it to the floor as he kicks the door shut behind him. Hands slide up my bare arms, sending goosebumps all over my skin, then slip to the middle of my back and unzip my dress so it falls and pools on the floor at my feet.

  I’m naked, apart from my panties, which I might add I am wearing even though I said I wasn’t because I wanted him to put me down. He has no trouble sliding a finger through the side string and pulls them down with a smirk at the realization that I do, in fact, have them on. Turning me as he does, I’m now standing in front of him, and he drops to his knees then kisses my belly button.

  I’m helpless to do anything.

  To stop him.

  To even want to.

  My mind and body haven’t caught up with each other, and I don’t think they intend to.

  A finger slowly slides between my legs, making them shake, as his mouth drops lower and lower to between my legs. The two meet at the same time, and he slides one finger inside of me as the other hand grips my ass to pull my body even closer to him. I feel his breath between my legs, and my hands move to grip his hair to hold myself in position as he does something so dangerous.

  Beckham licks me, almost making my legs give way with the sensation.

  He holds me to him though, not letting me fall, as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder.

  My hands stay in his hair, gripping it as he works his tongue between my legs. The lights in my house are off, but the light from the streetlamp outside shines in so I can see the outline of him. He smacks my ass, then grips it hard with his hands as I start to shake again. He reinserts his finger and starts pumping into me, hitting that perfect spot as he fucks me with his tongue.

  When I come, I fall, and I’m not even joking, as my hands let go of his hair and the one leg I was balancing on gives way, and I can no longer keep myself upright. He catches me, easing my fall as I go and lays me down. He stands, his fingers grab the bottom of his shirt, and in one swift movement, it’s off over his head and dropped to the floor. He kicks his shoes off, then removes his trousers. All the while, his eyes are locked on mine.

  Naked, on the floor.

  It’s as if he thinks I’ll run away.

  I couldn’t even if I wanted to because my legs won’t work.

  The minute I see his cock, my legs clench, knowing what is about to come and what he is about to give me. And knowing full well I am going to like it.

  He reaches for me, I give him my hand, and he lifts me like a rag doll, so I have to wrap my body around him. I feel him at my entrance, hard and wet, all mixed in one as I wiggle in his hold.

  I want him. Even if I don’t have the energy, I want him.

  “Jacinta,” he whispers in my ear.

  I pull back to look at his eyes and see him smiling before he starts lowering me onto his hard cock.

  And let me tell you, what a fucking cock it is.

  Eyes so dark smile at me as I moan from the pleasure.

  Then my back hits the wall, and my hands clutch his shoulders as he grips my ass and starts moving me up and down, faster and faster.

  “Who’s my good little whore?” he whispers.

  To let him know I don’t like his words, I dig my nails into his shoulders, which only makes him fuck me harder. “Tell me … tell me how much you like it when I fuck you like a whore.” He bites my chin and then licks me until he reaches my lips, then he devours me. Kisses and fire all mixed together. I bite his lip and lick his face as well before I kiss him again.

  We fuck hard, unforgiving, hating each other.

  And it’s the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.

  Even if I may have fucked up my back.

  Even if I have blood under my fingernails from digging into his shoulders.

  Even if there is regret.

  It was well worth it.

  Chapter 18

  Beckham

  Jacinta’s lying naked on the floor, her bare back to me and her ass perfectly on display for my viewing pleasure.

  We fucked all night.

  Until we passed out on the floor.

  I rub my eyes and sit up, resting on my elbows to admire her as the sun shines in through the window.

  She is, quite honestly, stunning.

  The last person I thought that about is dead.

  She makes a noise as she moves, and I reach for the throw rug and half cover her with it.

  “You’re still here?” she asks, her eyes not opening.

  When I don’t answer, she rolls over to look at me, going straight to her back, putting her tits on perfect display for me. And what incredible tits they are.

  Standing, I find my trousers and pull them on. “I’m leaving,” I tell her, reaching for my shirt. I glance down to find an amused expression on her face.

  “You’re running. It’s cute. But it’s fine, Beckham.” Jacinta sits up, a little smile on her face. “I want you to run. You should have last night.” She stands, the blanket I put over her drops to the floor. “This …” she waves between us, my shirt in my hand, my trousers not fully done up as I stare at her, lost, “… is only sex. And you know what? For once, I’m okay with that and don’t want a single thing more from you.” She pouts her lips. “You are an ass, and you would make the worst partner ever. But your dick?” She glances down at my cock and smirks, then licks her lips. “Well, he and I, we have come to an understanding.”

  “Is that so?” I ask.

  “Oh, very much so.” She chuckles, her laugh hypnotic. Jacinta leans down until she is almost face-to-face with my cock, and I look down at her, my brows scrunching together. “Haven’t we, little man?”

  “Did you just
call my cock little?”

  She gives me a slow laugh, then rolls her eyes before she walks, still naked, to the kitchen. Her incredibly small kitchen. Actually, the whole house is tiny. My closet is probably the size of her house. “He doesn’t take kindly to those words,” I tell her.

  She peers back over her shoulder, her hair flicking as she does. “Is that so? And what do you plan to do about it.”

  When I don’t respond or make a move, she turns and goes back to making herself a coffee. I pull my trousers back off and stalk toward her, pushing my naked body against hers from behind.

  “Does he feel so little now?” I ask.

  She turns, so her body is still touching mine, with a can of whipped cream in her hand. She shakes it and squirts some into her mouth, swallowing before she licks her lips.

  My cock bounces at the sight.

  Fuck, it’s been hard from the moment I woke up next to her.

  “Maybe I need a closer inspection.”

  I pull back, and she shakes her can of cream before squirting it all over my cock. She bends down and licks it off before taking me into her mouth.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Jacinta’s head moves, and the can drops to the floor as she grips my balls in one hand, the other at the shaft of my cock, then she starts moving in a perfect motion.

  I never stay the morning after having fucked someone.

  Is this what I’ve been missing out on?

  I pull her off my cock and cup her ass, lifting her so she sits at the edge of the counter. She grins at me as if she knew what I was going to do and opens her legs so when I step in between, I can slide straight inside her.

  “Maybe only a little, little,” she says, which in turn makes me push in more forcefully, making a scream rip from her throat. It’s a good scream. One of pleasure, not pain. Because she leans forward and wraps herself around me as I fuck her sweet little pussy.

  I’ve never enjoyed breakfast more.

  We’re back on the floor—it seems to be a common theme. Jacinta gets up first this time, checks her phone, then addresses me, “You need to go,” she says as she heads to what I am guessing is her bathroom. “Thanks for the sex. Show yourself out,” she calls before she disappears through a doorway.