by Ella Miles
We are both silent for a beat. Both trying to decide what to do next. How to have the upper hand with the other person. But there is no upper hand when it comes to us because there is no us. There is just tension, frustration, and longing. Secrets, truths, and lies. And stories that aren’t ours to tell.
“Truth or sin, Siren?” Zeke asks.
“Ask me,” I say, waiting for him to accuse me of something that most likely Hugo or Julian did. Because Zeke doesn’t trust me, he’d rather trust either of them than me. Even though he knows they are evil. I’m worse.
“How did you find out about Lucy?” Zeke asks.
I blink—once, twice. Racking my brain for the information he seeks. The information that has caused him to pin me naked in a janitor’s closet. The information that has him more pissed than anything I’ve ever done before.
“I don’t know who Lucy is,” I answer.
He laughs. “Stop lying! For someone who says they can’t lie, you sure do it all the time.”
“I’m not lying! I have no clue who you are talking about.” Although, I’m desperate to know who he’s talking about. Who is Lucy?
He growls, low and beast-like. The sound is half-anger and half-need.
“Tell me or I get to commit a sin,” Zeke says.
The threat is meant to intimidate me. It’s meant to scare me. I’m vulnerable, pinned naked against the door. I’m completely at Zeke’s mercy.
Except I’m not. I could escape if I wanted to. And as much as Zeke hates me, he isn’t like Hugo or Julian. He won’t really hurt me. He can’t without hurting himself.
There is nothing Zeke could do to me. But he could do it to someone else. Drag a nurse into the closet to fuck and make me watch. That would be the only torture I couldn’t stand.
“Truth or sin, what did Hugo tell you?” I ask, needing to get the complete picture from Zeke.
“Truth—Hugo said that you were the one who told Julian about Lucy. That’s three times you betrayed me. And it will be the last.”
I swallow, holding back tears. Because there are no words that can make Zeke believe that I not only have no idea who Lucy is, but I didn’t find her and turn her over to Julian. And right now, I can’t prove to him the truth.
So I only have one option.
“Sin,” I say, and I know it’s what Zeke wanted me to say. He didn’t want me to tell him the truth. He didn’t want me to defend myself. He wanted me to give him a reason for him to be cruel. He needed a reason to show me how pissed he is.
“Wrong choice,” Zeke says, and then his mouth comes down hard on my neck. Marking my skin with his lips, his teeth, his hungry growls.
The move isn’t meant to bring me pleasure; it’s meant to treat me like he owns me. He doesn’t know that no matter the reason, having his mouth against my skin is hot as hell.
I feel my body come alive again with hope that Zeke will finish what he started. That he’ll fuck me. And inadvertently make me come.
But that wouldn’t be a sin.
I moan, accidentally letting him know how much I enjoy him kissing my neck hungrily.
“You like that, babe?”
Babe? He never calls me anything but Siren. And I hate any other name falling from his lips.
“What about this?”
His hand reaches between my legs, and if I was wet before, now I’m drenched. Because unlike last time, he finds my clit, confirming that he knows exactly what he’s doing when it comes to my body.
“Fuck, Zeke,” I moan as I hump his hand. Knowing that at any moment, he could stop and leave me unsatisfied. Leave me wanting, desperate to come without a release.
“Yea, baby? Just like that. You’re so close.”
I am. I’m so fucking close.
And then he stops. His hand disappears from my body.
So…so close!
Dammit.
My eyes open, and my body ices at the loss of pleasure.
Zeke smirks.
“Last chance, tell me the truth, and this will all be over.”
“You wouldn’t believe the truth, even if I told you.”
“You’re right; I wouldn’t.”
Zeke jerks my hands down and spins me around, before pinning my hands behind my back. Again, he’s holding my wrists with just one hand—as if that is enough to contain me. The move might work with most women, but not with me. I could break free.
But Zeke needs to punish me. He needs to hurt me for something he thinks I did. Even though I didn’t.
But if letting Zeke take out his pain on me just this once helps him heal, I’ll do it. I’ve destroyed this man enough.
And I can take it. Whatever he has planned can’t be as bad as what I’ve gone through with Hugo and Julian. Or even before as a kid.
“I choose sin, Zeke. So far, all you’ve given me is mild amusement,” I say, goading him a little.
He doesn’t take the bait.
“I’m not a cruel man, Siren. So don’t twist things around and make me out to be one.”
Siren, I’m back to Siren.
“Then stop acting like one,” I say, hating that my voice sounds small and scared and timid. It doesn’t sound anything like me.
Another lie to myself, because Zeke most definitely can cruelly hurt me. Only he has the power. Saying he doesn’t is a lie—one of the biggest.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, I hear him unzip his jeans.
And I tense waiting for the intrusion. Waiting for the delicious stretch. Waiting for him to drive inside of me with all of his fury.
Instead, his hands release my wrists. I stand hunched over my ass in the air. Waiting. But I realize, I’m waiting for nothing. Because Zeke isn’t going to angrily fuck me.
He moans.
Slowly, I turn and see Zeke jacking off to my naked body. And I realize what his sin is. He’s going to come, but I won’t. He’ll use my body to get off, but he won’t touch me. He won’t help me come.
I consider touching myself to the sight of Zeke pumping himself. It’s a glorious sight. One I know I’m going to have dirty dreams about later. And I want nothing more than to come with him.
But I want to show Zeke that I’m not a monster. I want to show him that I’m on his side. That I would never hurt this Lucy person whoever she is.
So I don’t.
Zeke’s eyes heat when I turn, and he gets a clear view of my body. My nipples hardening under his heady gaze.
I want him so badly.
But he won’t let me have him. Not right now. Maybe never again.
He pumps furiously, taking his anger out on his cock since he can’t on my body. He wants to come fast. End this quickly. And I have just the idea to help him.
I kneel in front of him, his eyes gaze at me in a curious way, but he doesn’t stop or ask what I’m doing.
My lips are level with his cock. And I know what I want, but I’m not sure Zeke will let me.
But his eyes haven’t left mine, and I know he’s trying to figure out what I’m doing. This is my chance to touch him, to get to taste him. If I can’t have him how I want, then this is the next best thing. Giving him pleasure and stealing some for myself.
I lick my lips and then open my mouth wide. My eyes turn sultry, telling him exactly what I’m willing to do.
He groans, still pumping with his hand, but he can’t resist. And he won’t deny himself the pleasure of a blowjob.
He glides his hand over his cock one more time; his cock grows another inch in his hand as it somehow hardens more at the prospect of my lips wrapping around him.
And then he inches forward, pushing my lips wider as his cock slides between them.
I smirk around his cock, feeling victorious. And then he starts moving in my mouth, hard and fast, trying to punish my mouth while he chases his orgasm.
He thinks he can hurt me this way. He doesn’t know I don’t have a gag reflex. He literally can’t hurt me this way. But I can hurt him.
I let my teeth scrape ag
ainst the ridge of his thick cock, and he gruffs, his eyes shooting me a warning.
I smile and then wrap my fingers around him in addition to his cock. He stills, letting me do all the work as I pump over him.
Each thrust of my hand and lips earns me another moan. Each deeper, louder, and stronger than the previous. Each telling me that he’s seconds away from exploding in my mouth.
He started with all the control here, but I took it. I demanded it.
His body begins to tense as his orgasm nears. I consider dragging it out, making him wait and torture him like he tried to torture me, but I won’t. Because I want to taste him. I want to know that I’m the one who made him come.
The only one.
Except I’m not. Who has made this beast of a man come before? How many others?
My thoughts made me hesitate, and Zeke shoots me a look as if to say, ‘if you stop now, I’m going to kill you.’
It does the job, and I’m quickly back to driving the man crazy with my lips and hands.
My other hand reaches up and strokes his balls as I take Zeke all the way in my mouth and down my throat.
His eyes widen, and his mouth parts as the most wonderful throaty sound pushes from his mouth.
Say my name. Say it.
I push him further over the edge. He’s so damn close. I never want this to end, and yet, I want everything. I’m greedy like that.
I swirl my tongue over the tip, before plunging him deep in my mouth again. And this time, the tidal wave that is Zeke explodes in my mouth. He fists my hair as he comes hard into my throat. And then I wait for the sound I’ve earned after the blow job I just gave him.
Instead, I get…
“Yes, Lucy!” Zeke screams, destroying me.
I didn’t think he could hurt me. I was wrong.
With one word, he cut me down.
With one word, he punished me more than any man could.
Lucy.
If I didn’t know who Lucy was before, I do now. She’s the woman in his life. The woman he loves. The woman he’d do anything for.
And I just let him use me while all the time he imagined her.
I swallow and then wipe my mouth on the back of my hand before I gather my clothes, throwing my shirt on quickly and angrily.
Zeke doesn’t speak. But he stares, judging my reaction to what he just did.
I grab his T-shirt off the floor and throw it at him.
“Ask Julian,” I snap at him.
“Ask Julian what?” he asks.
“Ask him how he found Lucy. Because it sure as hell wasn’t me.” And then I storm out, leaving him in the damn janitor’s closet of the hospital I hate for so many fucking reasons. This moment just added one more. I’m never stepping foot in this fucking hell hole again.
And I’m never thinking about Zeke again. Not as a friend. Not as a lover. I’ll protect him only because by protecting him, I’m getting him the fuck away from me.
I storm outside, ignoring the stares at my tears and half-dressed appearance. When I go to jump in the Corvette I drove here in, I remember I illegally parked, and the car has been towed.
So much for a quick getaway.
And then I see Zeke walking out to his truck, and my heart aches. Once again, I lied to myself. I may hate him, but I still love him. And I’m going to make him pay for making me feel both.
10
Zeke
I screamed Lucy’s name.
Lucy!
A woman I haven’t thought about in years.
A woman I haven’t envisioned naked in decades.
A woman I haven’t dreamed about since I was eighteen.
A woman who would slap me if she knew I had called out her name during sex with another woman.
I’m an asshole.
Worse.
I’m a jackass, a dumbfucker, a cunt. I’m every curse word you can think of.
I’m also a man.
A dumb, stupid, idiotic man.
I had only planned on jacking off to the sight of Siren. I planned on denying her what she wanted—me. I planned on coming on her magnificent tits. And then leaving her to clean up her mess.
Instead, Siren kneeled down in front of me with her big eyes and plump lips, offering me what every man in the world wants. And I couldn’t say no.
Literally couldn’t.
My brain said to tell her no. But my body, damn, I didn’t have a prayer against her.
The longer she licked, pumped, and tasted me, the more I lost control. All of it. I gave it all to her.
Siren knew exactly what she was doing when she knelt in front of me. It may have looked like she was surrendering to me, but bloody hell, she was taking all of my power.
Thrust after thrust.
Deeper into her throat I sank. Until she completely controlled me, and my sin became more of a surrender than a threat to cause her pain.
We’ve been locked in this twisted game of truths, lies, and sins since the moment we met. We’ve been playing even before I came up with the exact rules of the game. We’ve been playing for a lot longer than that.
And I couldn’t lose.
Not when she struck me where it hurts the most—Lucy.
So in my moment of haze, the last moment before I gave her everything, I came up with a plan to keep my power—a stupid plan. One I regretted the second her name fell from my lips.
Lucy deserved better.
Even Siren deserved better.
I should have let her won. I should have known that I could win the next round.
But I was beyond pissed. I thought that in the moments we’ve spent together since Siren told me she was married that we’ve made progress in our relationship. That we’ve moved beyond the hate and found our way to somewhere new. Somewhere where we wouldn’t lie and hurt each other.
I was wrong. Because it is all part of Siren’s plan. To wreck me, destroy me without ever laying a finger on me.
I walk outside the hospital, vowing never to return to this horrible place. A place where I do stupid, cruel things I regret. Although, I don’t regret breaking Hugo’s kneecap. That was rather fun to hurt the man who married Siren and made it impossible for me to ever claim her.
And then I spot her.
Siren is standing on the sidewalk with her phone in her hand and no Corvette.
It got towed.
Which means she’s either waiting for a cab or me.
She hasn’t spotted me yet. I could sneak off to my truck and drive home without having to face her. But I figure the least I can do after calling out another woman’s name while her lips where wrapped around my cock is to offer her a ride home.
Home.
I don’t even know where she considers home.
My house?
Julian’s?
Does she have her own house somewhere on the island? Or does she share a place with Hugo?
Just another secret that Siren keeps from me.
I walk over to my truck, still deciding what to do. If she rides back with me, the car ride is going to go one of two ways. Either we will sit in awkward silence the entire time, or we are going to have a fight that’s going to lead to me wrecking my truck and us fighting until we both fall off a cliff.
I unlock the truck and get in. And then I’m backing out of the parking spot before I realize what I’m doing.
What am I doing?
I drive to Siren standing on the sidewalk waiting for a cab, that on this island will take a good half hour or more to get here.
I lean over and pop the passenger’s side door open without a word, commanding her to get in the truck.
She hesitates for a single second, and I swear her eyes are glistening with moisture.
A sure sign of tears that she’s desperately trying to hold back.
Tears I don’t understand.
She can be mad, sure.
Angry, absolutely.
But sad? No way.
She can’t be sad about what happened. She ca
n’t be emotional. She’s the least emotional person I know. She doesn’t have a heart. I guarantee when she said yes to marrying Hugo that it was a calculated move. She thought she would get something out of it.
But then she’s climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door shut like she wishes my balls were trapped between the door.
There’s the anger I expected.
I nod and wait until she buckles her seatbelt before I take off. More to make sure she’s contained to her seat and can’t reach over and strangle me than for her safety.
I start driving; neither of us speaks. Apparently, we are going with the awkward silent treatment the whole drive.
Which sounds like the better of the two options.
Until I realize there is a third option.
I flick the radio on. The radio stations are limited here. And there is more Bob Marley on the radio than anything else.
But the song currently playing is the rare non-Bob Marley song. It’s ‘Before He Cheats’ by Carrie Underwood. It’s a song about heartbreak and how the woman plans on making the man pay for what he did.
Siren doesn’t miss a beat. She starts singing along until her voice overtakes the artist singing. Until she is all I hear. Until I know I won’t be getting her voice out of my head. It’s beautiful and haunting and so damn mesmerizing.
“Zeke! Watch out!” she screams.
I slam on the breaks just in time to avoid hitting a stray chicken. But the car spins at my sudden stop. I step harder on the breaks, forcing the hunk of metal to stop just inches from the damn chicken that Siren was so worried about saving.
I huff, out of breath.
Siren grips her seatbelt as she stares over the front of the dash. “Is it alive?”
The chicken takes the moment to flap its wings and jump forward out of the road.
You couldn’t do that thirty seconds ago?
“Yes, it’s alive. But we almost weren’t,” I growl as the truck is also inches from slamming into a palm tree.
“Because you are the worst driver ever!”
“I was driving just fine until you had to get all noble and try to save a chicken. A fucking chicken! It’s a bird you eat for dinner, and you seem to have no problem with that. Yet you were desperate to save the chicken when…” I huff, ending my sentence on mumbled words instead of the truth. That she cares more about a chicken than she does me.
