Reckless Fall (Sinful Truths Book 3)

by Ella Miles

  Then she runs to me and collapses against my chest, her arms wrapping around my waist tightly.

  I grab her, holding me hard against me.

  I was right. Something is clearly wrong.

  But I don’t ask her about it. If she wants to talk, she will, when she’s ready.

  “How did you know to come?” she finally asks.

  “I don’t know. I just knew something was wrong.”

  She nods into my chest.

  And then her hands are working their way up my body to my chest, then neck. She pulls me down, and my head dips to meet her for a perfect kiss.

  A kiss that tells me everything I need to know. She’s scared. Me being here is everything. Thank you. Don’t ever leave.

  I push my tongue into her mouth, fisting her hair, keeping her lips against mine. They say my reply for me. I’m here. I’m not leaving.

  I want to add—ever. But that’s a promise I can’t keep. A promise I shouldn’t want to keep.

  I grab her ass and lift her up until she’s sitting on the vanity. We need a different kind of connection right now.

  “God, I love fucking you everywhere, but someday I’d really like to fuck you in a bed again. Nothing beats a bed.”

  She laughs nervously. “Agreed.”

  Nervous? Why?

  I step between her spread legs studying her for a second, but she just pulls my face back to hers to kiss me harder, not wanting me to see her anxiety.

  So I ignore it for now. Fucking her is the best medicine to reduce the nerves she’s feeling at whatever Hugo threatened her with.

  I put everything I have into the kiss. On her lips, her neck, the perfect spot at the base of her neck before her skin disappears in her shirt.

  But I’m greedy. I want all of her.

  I grab her shirt and lift it up over her head before I take her nipple in my mouth.

  She stiffens.

  I stop.

  What’s wrong? Did I bite down too roughly? What’s going on?

  And then I see it.

  The bandage over her stomach.

  Siren tries to push my hands away, but I have to know. I need to know what happened to her.

  I put my hand on the bandage, wishing my hands alone would be enough to take away her pain. I look into her eyes, desperate to see what’s beneath the bandage, but I won’t remove it without her permission.

  She sucks in a breath for just a second and then nods.

  Carefully, I peel back the bandage, keeping my eyes on her. Trying to reassure her that whatever lies beneath, I will get revenge for. I will find a way to fix it.

  When I see the gash on her smooth stomach, my heart hardens. I’m pissed. Beyond pissed. All I see is red. I want to murder whoever did this, and I don’t have to ask who.

  But this wound isn’t fresh. This happened earlier. This is what Hugo was referring to on the balcony.

  “What else?” I ask, my voice softer than I feel. I need to know what else Hugo did. What had her so scared tonight? Because this injury didn’t cause her fear. She fought back and hurt Hugo as badly as he hurt her. A gash on the stomach, while looking bad, is only skin deep. He didn’t really hurt her. I’m not even sure it will scar long term.

  But he did something. Said something. Did something that scared her in a way this didn’t.

  “Truth or si—” I start, hoping the game we play will convince her to talk. Or at least give her a way out if she doesn’t want to talk where I can’t get angry with her.

  But she presses her fingers to my lips, silencing me.

  She bites her lip, then opens her mouth. “I want both. To talk and to sin. Don’t make me choose.”

  “You can have both.”

  She nods. “When I was asleep…” her voice catches, and she takes a deep breath before starting again. “When I was asleep, Hugo tried to rape me.”

  Her words hurt worse than a bullet to the heart. The snake tried to hurt her. Tried, she said tried, right? I’m not just hoping that he didn’t do more than attempt.

  I wait. She has more to say.

  “I woke up, and he had my arms tied up. He was on top of me, ripping my clothes off.”

  I stare down at her pants for the first time, realizing her pants are ripped.

  “Fuck,” I exhale, needing to get rid of some of my anger before I explode.

  “I was able to keep him talking until my hands got free.”

  Thank god.

  “And then I snapped his neck.”

  I look at the door. The bastard deserved worse.

  “He’s not dead; he’s just passed out.”

  I nod. But he won’t live for much longer.

  Siren grabs my cheeks and turns my face back to her. Hesitantly, she leans down until our lips are close, but not touching. Her eyes are watery. Her hands tremble. Her throat is tight.

  But she takes a deep breath over my lips, and I know I’m easing her pain. Just being with me does that to her. Just like it’s easing my anger.

  “Make me forget, Zeke. Make me yours.”

  There is an unspoken sentence she’s not saying—make love to me Zeke. She’s not asking me to fuck her. She’s asking for gentle, for slow. For something that feels like love and not lust. She wants to be taken care of. The only thing I could possibly want more at the moment is to destroy the man who made her feel this vulnerable.

  I hear a man stirring outside the bathroom door. But Siren doesn’t. She’s focused on me.

  I can kill two birds with one stone. I can make love to her, and let Hugo know he will never touch her again. That his time is limited. That Siren is mine, not his.

  I had hoped to fuck her quietly in the bathroom, but now, I’m going to make sure Hugo and every other person in this hotel know exactly who Siren belongs to—me.

  I kneel down in front of her, kissing over her stomach wound. Her eyes light up—big, gorgeous dark eyes that reveal how good my lips feel on her stomach.

  I hook my fingers around the waistband of her pants and slowly bring them down, keeping an eye on her the whole time and letting her feel in control. In control enough to keep any memories of what Hugo tried to do out of her memory.

  Carefully, I spread her legs as I kiss every spot of skin from her toes to her thighs, taking my time as I worship her body with my mouth.

  She grips the edge of the counter, lets her head fall back, but keeps her eyes locked on me. I can’t break eye contact with her. She needs to know it’s me doing the wonderful things to her body.

  This is as intimate as it gets. She’s trusting me with her pain, her heart. I make love to her without falling myself.

  I can do this. I can make love without being in love.

  A soft, throaty cry escapes her lips. It’s beautiful and painful and tells me everything she’s not saying. Stop the pain, ease the pain. You’re the only man who can.

  Dammit—if that doesn’t make me fall a little, nothing will.

  “I got you,” I say, gently opening her legs for my mouth to find her delicious pussy. I’m slower than I’ve ever been with her. Taking my time as I tenderly kiss over her. Not yet using my tongue, just lighting up every nerve and bringing all the blood south, so her head doesn’t have to think anymore.

  I want Siren to come.

  I want her to explode on my lips, on my hand, on my cock. As I finally let my tongue out to flick over her clit, I realize the main difference between fucking and making love, and it’s not how fast you go. The difference is sex is about mutual pleasure. It’s about chasing your own orgasm as well as hers. Making love is selfless. It’s putting her needs above my own until her needs are all that matter. Siren is all that matters.

  Looking at her now, naked and spread for me, sharing a vulnerable secret to show me she isn’t always strong. She was inches away from failing to protect herself. She isn’t a seductive manipulative monster like I thought. She’s a woman doing her best to survive in very much a man’s world.

  Every man in this world is
a danger to her. Every man is bigger. Stronger. More powerful.

  And every man in the underworld is capable of rape and murder.

  Siren is always vulnerable.

  But not anymore.

  Because whether she likes it or not, I’m here to protect her.

  I lick her slow, finding every button to push between her legs. Exploring her like I’ve never explored her before. Always keeping my eyes on her. Watching to ensure she’s enjoying every second.

  I see it the moment she’s mine completely. Her eyes widen, she bites down on her lip to hold in her moan, and she grips the counter like she’s holding onto a bucking horse.

  I put my hand over hers, squeezing gently, reminding her I’m in this with her. That I’m not letting go.

  Her teeth rake over her bottom lip as her body tries to contain her impending orgasm, but I’ve built her so slowly for so long that the explosion is going to greater than any we’ve experienced.

  “Zeke! Yes, fuck Zeke! Yes!” she screams as my tongue dips inside her just in time to feel her contracting around me, her sweet taste filling my mouth. A taste I can never get enough of.

  I give her a minute to come down from her high. I continue to kneel in front of her, watching her, worshipping her.

  Finally, she touches my face as her cheeks flush. “More.” Her eyes light up with what she wants to do next.

  Thank fuck, because I’m going to die if I don’t get to fuck her soon.

  26

  Siren

  Zeke found me. He would have been too late to protect me from Hugo if Hugo had succeeded in raping me, but he would have been here to comfort me and kill Hugo for what he did.

  I don’t care about any of that. I care about Zeke kneeling in front of me like he would give me the world if I asked.

  Zeke came to find me without even changing out of the tuxedo he hates but looking hot as fuck in. The pants show off the curve of his ass, and the jacket bulges around his biggest muscles—his arms and chest. There is just something about a bad boy with tattoos and a man bun all dressed up in something refined that just does something to me.

  But what has my toes curling and my heart thumping the most is the way he took care of me. The way he put my needs above his own and made me come in a way he never has before.

  He did what I wanted even though I couldn’t speak the words—he made love to me.

  I need more. I want the delicious stretch as he enters me. I want his thick muscles flexing over me as he drives inside me. I want to see the soft expression on his face turn carnal as he loses control.

  Zeke is still kneeling in front of me, so I lean forward and brush my hands inside his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. He lets it fall to the floor.

  Then I grab his bowtie, tugging it up until he’s standing in front of me.

  For the last fifteen minutes, Zeke has kept eye contact with me. He’s looked into my soul, knowing I needed the deepest connection with him to keep from breaking. To keep from reliving how close I was to being violated.

  But my goal now is to make his eyes roll back from pleasure, just not yet.

  I undo his bowtie slowly, every movement feeling as much like a tease as our lips brushing together.

  The bowtie falls to the floor. I begin undoing every shirt button slowly.

  “You’re killing me,” he says so softly. So kindly. The gentle giant. The man capable of so much pain showing kindness.

  My eyes flutter. This isn’t what lust feels like. This is what love feels like. But I don’t say it. I can’t. Because if I tell him I love him, and he doesn’t say it back, I will die. Everything I’ve done for months now will have been for nothing. These last seven years would be for nothing, because fate put in this position—to save Zeke.

  Saving Zeke matters more than just saving him for myself. Zeke is meant for greatness. Only he can save more. Save the masses. While I can only save him.

  Slowly, Zeke removes his shirt while I unbutton and unzip his pants.

  He doesn’t wait for me this time. His pants and boxer briefs fall to the floor, and we are both naked.

  I suck in a breath. Zeke is standing between my legs, our eyes still together. He doesn’t drive into me immediately. He holds my head and locks our lips while maintaining eye contact.

  He lets my hands explore his muscular body, getting reacquainted with him. He lifts me from the counter and turns us to the door. At first, I don’t know why, and then I hear him—Hugo.

  He’s ensuring Hugo can’t get to me by fucking me against the door. He’s letting Hugo hear what Zeke gets that he doesn’t.

  It turns me on to see how much Zeke needs Hugo to know that I’m Zeke’s, no one else’s.

  “This okay?” he asks, his cock resting at my entrance as he holds me, my back against the door.

  I can barely hear Hugo anymore, but I want him to hear everything. I want him to hear what it sounds like when I’m fucked by a real man. By a man I want. A man I love.

  This is what Hugo could have had if he had loved me back. If he hadn’t betrayed me. If he never tried to hurt me.

  “Fuck me, Zeke.”

  His cock is inside me in one slow stroke.

  I suck in a breath.

  “No, this isn’t fucking. This is more,” he says. His forehead rests against mine, our eyes as close as possible without going cross.

  He moves inside me. “So much more.”

  Zeke takes his time thrusting inside me. My slick walls are welcoming him in hungrily. My body is already coming alive for a second time around him.

  I kiss him, pushing my tongue and pulling for everything he can give me as my fingers claw at his back.

  And he gives me everything. Every thrust. Grunt. Moan. Every scream he has.

  He hits each spot he should and somehow finds new spots inside me to turn on and drive me wild.

  “Siren! Jesus, I’m close, Siren!”

  I tangle my hand in his hair. “Zeke! Yes, Zeke!”

  We come, slamming hard against the wall, until it’s undeniable what we are doing—fucking each other’s brains out.

  Zeke continues to thrust, making sure he pulls every drop of my orgasm from me, but he never loses eye contact with me. I’m his world right now.

  “Zeke, I lo—oh, fuck!” I say, my feelings almost slipping out.

  Zeke just kisses me. I don’t know if he realizes what I was about to say, or he just wanted to kiss me.

  I hear the angry pounding on the other side of the door.

  “I think we might have woken him up. Oops,” Zeke says, but he isn’t sorry at all.

  He stares at the tub. “We should soak, but I don’t want you anywhere near Hugo for a moment longer than you need to be,” he says.

  “We can take a bath in your room. I’m not staying here. Not a moment longer.”

  He nods. “I don’t think we should stay in this hotel tonight. Not after…”

  I frown. I’m not sure what he means. Yes, we fucked, and Hugo knows about it, but I doubt he will tell anyone. Unless he thinks one of the night guards heard us, which is definitely possible.

  “Okay. Then we will drive or catch a train out of here and fly out on the first flight tomorrow.”

  He nods.

  We both reluctantly get dressed. Neither of us wants to leave this room. Out there, we have to face the world. In here, we only have to face each other.

  Once we are both dressed, Zeke asks, “Ready?”

  I nod.

  Zeke takes my hand and keeps me behind his body, shielding me from whatever we will face on the other side of the door. He switches the lock, grabs the handle and turns, pushing the door open.

  Hugo is sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for us.

  As soon as we emerge, he springs up and tries to grab me, but Zeke only moves in front of me more, pushing me further back, shielding me.

  “Aria is my wife! She’s not your plaything. She’s my wife!” Hugo yells.

  “No! She’s not your
damn wife! Maybe on paper, but only because you set some trap in the prenup she signed. But in every other sense, she’s mine!” Zeke yells.

  She’s mine.

  I shiver, his words washing through me until they warm my soul. I’m his. He’s mine.

  But for how much longer? The doubt immediately creeps in.

  Zeke lets go of my hand, and the looming danger raises the hair on my arms.

  I reach for my gun but realize I’m an idiot; I didn’t sleep with a gun. I was worried Hugo would grab it while I was sleeping and use it on me. Probably smart since he was able to pin me down in my sleep. If he had had a gun, what would he have done to me?

  I’m defenseless expect for my fists and wit, standing in my pajamas. Zeke, though, isn’t defenseless. He has his gun out and aimed at Hugo within seconds.

  I knew I felt danger, but it thought it was an outside source coming in. I didn’t realize the danger was coming from Zeke.

  “Zeke, what are you doing?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.

  Zeke ignores me. He looks at Hugo, who has his hands up and fear in his eyes as he takes a step back. Hugo is no match for Zeke. Hugo is just a dumb man who got lost in a world he didn’t belong in. Sure, he can fight, but not like Zeke. Hugo isn’t ignorant enough to think the security in this hotel would be able to protect him.

  “You hurt Siren. You slashed her stomach. You tried to take from her without her permission. Do you remember what I said I would do if you hurt Siren?”

  “You said you would kill me,” Hugo answers his voice dry.

  Zeke nods. “I’m a man of my word.”

  “No!” I scream, dashing in front of Hugo to protect him.

  Zeke blinks rapidly, not expecting me to save this disgusting man again. And shocked from the fact that he almost shot me, instead of Hugo.

  “Siren, move,” Zeke says.

  “No, you can’t kill Hugo,” I answer. There is so much you don’t know, Zeke. Just trust me. This is what saving me looks like—not getting revenge.

  Zeke’s eyes don’t leave mine. He will do what I ask even though it pisses him off to not kill Hugo.

  Zeke drops his gun wordlessly and walks to the door.