by Ella Miles
“What about her pride?”
Nora shakes her head. “Aria doesn’t have any pride. She’s selfless.”
I snort. “Then you don’t know her very well. Or at least you don’t know Siren.”
Nora gets in my face, her petite body barely coming up to my chest. But she stands on her tiptoes, demanding my attention. “No! You don’t know her.”
Her words shake me. Her words, combined with Siren’s actions, have my head spinning. I realize I don’t understand anything. And I’m further from the truth than I’ve ever been.
Nora goes back to her TV watching until eventually, I hear her snoring on the couch. While I stay in the foyer, watching the damn door, willing Siren to come back. To explain what the hell is happening.
Hours pass or days, no idea which. But I see Julian’s Aston Martin in my driveway, and I feel like a protective brother ready to pummel his ass for taking my sister on a date.
But when I see him press his lips against hers, any thoughts of her being my sister vanish. She’s so much more. She’s nothing like a sister to me. Not even a friend.
She’s mine.
I don’t know what I want with her yet. To protect her? To love her? But I do know one thing I want from her. And one thing I want her to keep from every other man.
I want her. I want to fuck her. And I want her to fuck me and only me. I want Siren. I want to make her mine. And I want her to stop being around other men who complicate things and cause me to want to break through the door in jealousy.
But then Siren is out of the car, knocking on my door. And I think I imagined it. Until I see Julian smirking at me through the window. He kissed her. Probably because of me. To play me and manipulate me.
Fuck him.
He may have gotten the date and the kiss, but whose door is she knocking on? Whose house is she going to sleep in? Whose bedroom is she going to get fucked in?
I stare at him darkly, and Julian realizes his mistake. He got the kiss—while charming and delicious and everything. I get the girl. Siren doesn’t want him; she wants me.
She can pretend to be impartial to the men in her life. But it’s me she keeps coming back to. It’s me whose cock she seeks. It’s me she wants in her life.
Siren is mine, not his.
As I open the door, I make a plan to demand her fidelity once and for all.
Siren walks in silently. Her eyes avoid mine. Nothing on her body tells me she even sees I’m here at all.
I hear the flicker off of the TV in the other room and assume Nora is coming to greet Siren. But she must be making herself scarce instead of coming to meet her friend, because she never appears.
“Truth or sin?” I ask.
“Sin. I’m tired of talking,” she answers, willing to play even though she won’t fucking look at me. Won’t acknowledge my presence.
“Wrong choice,” I say, getting her attention before my mouth claims hers. When I say claim, I mean claim. My mouth devours her lips, demanding everything from her.
At first, she doesn’t kiss back. She’s stunned. I don’t know if she’s still turned off from her earlier kiss with Julian or if I surprised her by kissing her. But the tension she left me in for three hours caused this—this explosion of want and need and desire.
I don’t think she’s going to kiss me back. I don’t think I’m going to be able to convince her to sin with me.
But then she kisses me back. Her tongue presses between my open lips, hesitantly asking for what she wants instead of taking it. It’s all the opening I need.
I grab her neck and kiss her with everything I have, sweeping my tongue deep into her mouth, telling her how much I want this. Need this. Demand this.
Her tongue doesn’t accept mine; it fights back. We battle for control, for space, for air, each of our tongues viciously dancing with each other. And then it’s not just our tongues fighting.
It’s our entire bodies.
We battle to rip at each other’s clothes. My hand is slipping under her dress, hiking it up over her ass.
Hers reach beneath my shirt, pushing it up as her nails trickle over my abs.
The force of which we battle, limb for limb, causes us to stumble into everything. We dent the wall as I crash her body into it. She pays me back when she shoves me into a glass table, shattering it. Next goes a vase, then a lamp.
We continue to dance, unspeaking. The heat of her kisses does strange things to my body. Somehow her breath alone heats my entire body. All of my muscles contract begging to put all of their energy into Siren. It’s making her mine.
She rips my shirt open, and then I rip her dress as I push it higher up her body until it’s around her waist.
Her body controls me entirely. She put a lot of effort into manipulating me and my feelings, but all Siren had to do to control me was strip naked, and I would have done whatever she wanted. Her body controls me that much.
Then her teeth bite down on my ear hard, and I suspect she drew blood.
I growl, and that one sound is enough for me to find my voice.
“You traded a date for Lucy,” I say, it’s not a question. I realized what she was doing. Why she went on a date with Julian, what she meant by she’s doing this for me. For Lucy.
“Yes, she’s safe now,” she says, her eyes saying I don’t have to work for Julian anymore. I can run. No one will hurt Lucy. I just need to decide on a plan and leave. There is nothing keeping me here.
My deal with Julian only keeps my friends alive for so long. But the end result will be the same. I’m just helping Julian get more information he needs to kill my friends while simultaneously trying to get information on Julian for my friends to kill him. But in the end, it’s all a wash. I should leave, that’s what her eyes say.
I should.
I absolutely should. If I trusted Siren, I would. But I don’t. I don’t trust that Lucy is safe. Not until I hide her away from everyone, including Siren.
Her eyes read what my mouth won’t say. There’s a glimmer of disappointment in her eyes, before she grabs my face again and kisses me hard, nibbling on my bottom lip to help ease her sorrow from the thought of me doubting her.
I growl and moan as she tugs, hoping it’s enough for her to forget that I don’t trust her. We don’t need to trust each other to fuck each other.
She must agree, because two seconds later, she’s grabbing at my jeans trying to get them undone, and I have her dress up around her arms.
She lifts them, and I pull the dress over her head before I slam her into the wall. And then I see the gun she hid beneath her dress around her thigh.
My eyes go big at how she always keeps me on my toes.
I hold her arms against the wall as I kiss down her body. The sweet curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, the soft muscle of her thigh. I undo the strap holding her gun to her leg, and unload the gun while I kiss the inside of her thigh, earning a moan from her. Her eyes never leave mine as she watches me remove the bullets and toss the gun away.
“My turn,” she says, turning me and slamming me into the wall like I did her.
She unzips my pants roughly and shoves them down, grabs my gun and tosses it aside with a smirk.
She found my weapon, but I’ve yet to find all of hers.
I only carry one gun unless I know I’ll need more, but Siren carries multiple. While I rely on my size as a backup, she relies on multiple hidden weapons. Although it really should be the reverse, because she has something I don’t—the ability to manipulate, coerce, and taunt others into doing what she wants them to do.
“Where is your other weapon?” I ask.
“Why would I tell you?”
“Because you want me to fuck you, and I won’t as long as you have a weapon on you.”
“It hasn’t stopped you before.”
“Yea, and I about got my balls cut off because of it. I won’t make the same mistake again.”
She rolls her eyes, but reaches into
the sole of her heel and tosses a knife aside.
We stare at each other. Her topless, wearing her black thong and heels. Me in only my boxer briefs.
Both of us breathe hard.
Both with completely fucked up hair.
Our backs bruised from being shoved into objects.
This is the moment we make a decision. Do we cross the line again? Or do we stop?
Do we talk instead?
We each have several thoughts going through our heads.
Siren wants to know who Lucy is.
I want to know why Siren saved Lucy.
Neither of us ask our questions. We’re both too afraid of the answers.
Instead, I grab her hand and pull her toward my bedroom. Once inside, I lock the door, hoping Nora found a different place to sleep for the night, because what we are about to do can not be unheard.
Siren looks at me with heady eyes.
I look at her with longing.
Neither of us touch. If we do, we won’t stop. Touching feels like losing, which neither of us wants.
But I know how I can win.
I walk over to the nightstand, pull out a condom, and toss it on the bed before removing my briefs and lying back on the bed.
“I’m tired of you not being mine. I’m tired of not getting my part of you. Julian gets your loyalty. Hugo gets your last name. What do I get?”
“What do you want, Zeke?”
“I want you. I want your pussy. I want your fidelity. I want you to fuck me and only me.” I want you to be mine.
She swallows, looking nervous.
“Fuck me, and we are entering our own deal. As long as we fuck, we only fuck each other. We don’t fuck other people. We don’t kiss other people.”
Her eyes widen, but I don’t have a clue what she’s thinking.
“Do we have a deal?”
17
Siren
Zeke is asking for my exclusivity. He wants me to fuck him and only him.
But that’s all he wants.
Me to spread my legs for him and no other man.
Easy enough, since I only want to fuck him. But there is just one problem—I want more. So much more.
I want to go on dates.
I want to snuggle after we fuck and not worry about whether or not I should leave his bed.
I want breakfast in the morning and long talks in the evening.
I want chocolates and flowers.
I want to go to the shooting range and take Krav Magra together.
I want to go dancing and sing karaoke together.
I want all of Zeke, not just his spectacular cock.
I want him to be mine, and me to be his. But he doesn’t talk about making me his. And I can never make him mine.
Zeke still thinks my loyalty is to Julian, and my last name belongs to Hugo. Zeke doesn’t realize all he has to do to make me his is ask. Ask for me to be his and then I’d tell him everything. The entire truth, and then he could figure out if my loyalty really belongs to Julian, and if my name really belongs to Hugo.
Zeke isn’t offering me any of those things, though. He’s only offering one part of him. The part he thinks he can protect from my scheming. The part that I can’t hurt.
Well, technically, I can hurt it physically, but he trusts me not to because of the benefits his cock has for me.
Zeke stares at me, studying every expression, every exhale, every everything. When his lips curl up in the corner of his mouth, he knows what my answer will be.
He runs his hand through his long hair that I can’t resist, and then he stands…
Fuck me. I run my tongue over my bottom lip. Zeke may not get hurt in this deal, but I sure will. If I wasn’t already in love with this man, fucking him constantly, being so close, and yet not getting everything, I will be soon.
I extend my hand like this is a business arrangement.
Zeke holds out his hand.
And we shake.
The sparks fly between our two hands. Zeke feels it too, because we release our hands far too quickly for two people who just agreed to a sex deal.
I watch as Zeke swallows his uncertainty and splays out on his bed again seductively.
I’m so screwed. My mouth waters, staring at his nakedness on his bed. He’s waiting for me to take control. So fucking sexy.
“Fuck me, Siren. Prove to me you only want my cock.”
My panties are soaked at his throaty words. His dark eyes bore into me, challenging me to make this fuck the best fuck of his life. Prove to him that he was right to take another chance on me, even if he isn’t risking anything this time. He’s kept his heart as far away from me as possible.
He wants this to be memorable. He wants me to give him my best, while he lies back and does none of the work. Asshole.
But damn the way he’s staring at me, making my body tingle in all the right places, getting me wet with just a look, tells me he’s already doing plenty of the work.
I hook my thumbs into my panties and slowly shimmer them down my legs before stepping out of them. I never think undressing with another person’s eyes on you is sexy. It’s always hard to not look clumsy or ensure something doesn’t get caught on a heel or an ear. But the pained exhale I hear from Zeke shows just how sexy me undressing was to him.
I stand tall in my heels and run my hand through my long hair before flipping it over my head to one side. The move earns me another growl.
“You’re not acting like a woman who only wants my cock. You’re acting like a woman who wants to play with me,” he groans.
“I enjoy playing before I claim what I want,” I say, strutting over to the dresser, where a glass of water rests. I slowly take a sip, purposefully spilling some onto my chest. Little beads of water run down my breasts over my sharp nipples.
I can’t keep this up much longer, or I’ll combust. Zeke has me just as needy as I have him.
My eyes flick to Zeke, who has his cock in his fist, stroking himself.
“I guess I’ll just have to get myself off,” he says, teasing me into giving him what he wants.
I arch my back as I lean against the wall next to his bed. “My fingers work better than yours at getting me off anyway,” I tease back.
My fingers circle my clit, while Zeke strokes his long, thick cock.
Somehow we ended up in another battle. The battle to not seem weak. The battle to prove that we don’t need the other as much as they need us.
“Our deal was you’d only fuck my cock, Siren.”
“I’m not fucking any other dicks.”
“I think our deal includes self-pleasure.”
I raise my eyebrows. He’s going to play that way, huh? Fine, I can play that way too.
“Then the same goes for you. If I don’t fuck anyone but you, then you don’t either. You only fuck me, not your hand.”
His face is in inexplicable pain. His jaw tenses, his throat locks, his eyelids still, and his nostrils flare.
“Deal,” he says, releasing his hand from himself.
He must really want my pussy. Or he can’t stand to see me get myself off when he wants to be the one to do it.
I want him to get me off.
Why are we battling again?
We both surrender at the same time.
I jump on the bed as Zeke catches my hips, and my mouth comes down hungrily on his. My hips position themselves over his rock hard cock until my slit is sliding over him, begging him to be inside me.
He grabs my hair, pulling my head back and arching my back to keep my clit against his cock.
“Condom,” he gruffs.
“Pill, remember?”
We’ve fucked before without a condom, so I don’t know why he’s asking now.
The anger in his eyes tells me he won’t verbalize his concerns.
Did I fuck Julian or Hugo? Am I clean?
His tip presses at my entrance, so close to getting what we both want, but he won’t let himself, not until he has the answer.
But when I tell him, will he believe me?
I doubt it.
I should just grab the condom on the bed. It will get me the result I want faster, but I crave Zeke without a barrier between us.
Liar!
What I really want is Zeke to trust me.
This is a step toward trusting me.
“I only fucked Hugo once when I was eighteen. I haven’t fucked him our entire marriage,” I say, repeating what he already knows, but with truth in my eyes.
He nods, accepting this as fact.
But we aren’t done yet, because Zeke has more questions.
“Other men?”
“There haven’t been any other men after you. Not in my bed. I don’t want any man but you.” My words make me vulnerable, but they are the truth. “We didn’t need to make a deal to be exclusive because I’ve been exclusive this entire time.”
He growls huskily, pulls harder on my fisted hair, and brushes his lips against mine. His cock slowly moves an inch into my throbbing pussy.
So, so, close…if he let go at all, I could slide all the way home, enveloping him. But I won’t, no matter how badly I want to. I need him to trust me, and he won’t if I’m selfish and take what I want without giving him his answers first.
There is one last question in his eyes, and this question hurts him.
“I saw you kissing Julian.”
Of course, he did.
I know the truth. I know why I kissed Julian; I did it for Zeke. But I’m not sure he’s going to believe that answer. It’s one thing to go on a date with Julian to help Zeke. It’s another thing to kiss him for Zeke.
But Zeke isn’t going to let me get away with not answering him. Not this time. He wants the truth, no matter what that is.
“I kissed him in exchange for getting you one day.”
He blinks at me, not understanding.
“I went on a date to save Lucy. And I kissed him to give you one day headstart when this is all over to run before Julian starts chasing you.”
He growls, and this time he has no restraint. He flips me over, his cock still resting at my entrance but not entering me. We are having a serious conversation, and yet, we are both turned on. Nothing will extinguish our flames except fucking.
