Trapped by Lies: Truth or Lies Book 3

by Ella Miles

  “No.”

  I pout. “Why not?”

  “Because I want to fuck you against this wall first.”

  He motions to the almost all glass wall that looks out to the ocean. He flicks a switch, and the wall lights up into beautiful shades of turquoise blue, making the ocean seem illuminated.

  “Okay,” I bite my lip, liking that idea of being fucked against the wall too much.

  He grabs my bare ass under my dress and smirks. “Don’t act like you don’t like it. You already made it so accessible to reach my favorite parts of you.”

  His fingers dip between my legs for a split second before retreating back to my ass, leaving me on edge again.

  “Enzo, that’s not playing fair.”

  “I never play fair. But then you already know that.”

  “You’re going to kill me tonight.”

  “And I’m going to love every torturous second of your slow death,” he growls.

  “Please, I need to come.”

  He grins. “Do you now?”

  “Yes.”

  He gives me a mischievous grin and then lifts me up until my thighs rest on his shoulders, and my pussy is at his face.

  I grab his head. “Oh my god!”

  His tongue descends on my already sensitive bud, and I know I’m going to come so fucking hard on his face.

  I dig my fingers into his thick hair, holding on tightly as he drives me wild with his tongue, dipping in and out of me before rubbing over my clit.

  “Yes, yes, yes!”

  He stops.

  “Enzo,” I growl. I need this. He doesn’t get to stop.

  I try pressing his head against my pussy, and he chuckles.

  “Needy, are we?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He tongue dips in again, swirling, tasting, taunting my lips until I’m going to come and nothing will stop me. He bites down on my clit, and everything stops again.

  “No!”

  “God, you are so sexy, woman. So goddamn sexy when you are so close and on the edge, but I won’t let you come yet. Not until I’m the only thought in your head.”

  “You are.”

  He tsks. “I’m not, not yet. You are still thinking about the rocking of the boat. There is still chaos in your eyes. And the second you come, you will start closing the world out again.”

  “I won’t.”

  “You will.”

  He licks again, and this time, I let go. I pant. I squirm. I writhe. But I don’t shut out the world.

  I’m present. I feel the rocking, and instead of shutting it out, I welcome it. I move my hips in rhythm with the boat, putting more pressure on my clit as I ride Enzo’s face.

  “That’s my girl,” Enzo moans into my pussy.

  “God, I’m so close.” And if he prevents me from coming again, it’s him I’m going to kill.

  “Come, Kai.”

  I do at the vibration of his words. I explode on his face. My cum is drenching his lips, and my cries are shaking the yacht until I’m sure everyone aboard can hear my screams.

  I relax back against the glass wall, unable to catch my breath, and my heart hammering in my chest.

  “I’m not done with you yet, beautiful.”

  “I don’t know if I can handle any more. I’ve never had an orgasm so powerful as that one.”

  “It’s because I denied you so many times. But you are about to have another one.”

  He slides me down the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he gently tastes my lips.

  I taste my cum on his face. I taste too sweet.

  “Like how you taste?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl.”

  He retrieves a condom while holding me up with his other hand. I undo his jeans and push his clothes off as his hard cock springs free, and suddenly I forget about the earth-shattering orgasm I had a moment before. I’ve never wanted his cock more.

  “Hurry,” I pant at the sight.

  His eyes lust in a deep darkness of want. No man has ever looked at me like Enzo does. Nobody sees me for me. Nobody demands so much from me. Nobody loves me like him.

  His sheaths his thick veiny cock with the condom and then thrusts fully into me in one long stroke.

  “Fuck!” my nails dig into Enzo’s shoulders until I’m sure I’m drawing blood. My mouth devours his as I continue to scream my pleasure into his mouth. My legs squeeze until I’m sure he has trouble breathing.

  Enzo doesn’t move once he’s inside me. He waits for me to adjust to him. Adjust to taking all of him and it never being enough. I want more. I want his cock every damn day. And I want to be the one that claims the invisible ruthless Black’s heart.

  “You with me, baby?” he asks.

  “Yes, I’m with you. Always.”

  His tongue slowly traces my swollen bottom lip, teasing me before dipping it into my mouth. I realize he’s waiting to see if I’m still fully with him or if I’ve noticed the rocking of the ship has worsened as we’ve picked up speed.

  “I’m here. I don’t care about anything but this.”

  His eyes move back and forth, searching for the truth.

  I smile. “I won’t shut you out again. I’m here, truth or lies?”

  He smiles. “Fucking truth.”

  And then he thrusts, fucking me like he’s wanted to since we got in his car this morning.

  His eyes lock on mine as he thrusts, both of us finding a rhythm together as we move in unison. His eyes tell me everything his mouth never will.

  How beautiful he finds me.

  How much he likes my fighting spirit.

  How much he loves me.

  Maybe I’m delusional. Maybe he doesn’t love me. Maybe I’m so desperate to feel love I’m imagining it. But when I look into his dark eyes, I no longer see the monster who sold me. I see a broken man who needs saving and healing. I see a man who has dealt with too much pain. And I see a man who loves me.

  I’VE NEVER SLEPT BETTER.

  Never.

  It shouldn’t be possible for me to sleep so well on a boat, not after everything horrible in my life has always happened on a ship.

  But with Enzo wrapped around my body so tightly, after the most incredible fuck of my life, how could I not sleep well?

  Enzo rolls onto his back, and I stare at his naked body. I could get used to this forever. I would even take the running and hiding from our enemies.

  This can’t last.

  Enzo said so himself. We have an expiration date. As soon as the five games are over, then we are over. Black will become the king he was always meant to be and I’ll…

  I don’t know what I’ll do. I have no education. No career aspirations. No family. I have nothing. Enzo will ensure I have plenty of money to live off of, I have no doubt about that, but money means nothing.

  I need a plan. I need to figure out what I want out of life.

  Enzo.

  I want Enzo.

  But I have to want more than just a man.

  Yet the pull is there—I love him. Every second I exist, I realize how stupid I was to not see it before. How he treats everyone else like crap, but me like a princess. How he protects me at the cost of everyone else. He loves me even if he doesn’t believe it himself.

  I love his sexy grin. I love the ruthless fight in his eyes. I love how we fuck. I love how we fight. I love the chaos that is our life.

  And I don’t know what to do with that love. If I told him, I think he’d drop me off at the next port. He’d think I’m ridiculous. Maybe I have stockholm syndrome or something. But even though I’ve been his prisoner, I’ve rarely felt like I am. He’s treated me with more respect than my own father ever did.

  My stomach growls, and I see the hint of light shining down through the glass windows, submerged underwater. I don’t know how early in the morning it is. But maybe after having a full stomach, I will be able to think more clearly. And bringing Enzo breakfast in bed would be a nice surprise.

/>   I climb out of the bed and find his shirt on the floor. I slip it on and watch as it falls to mid-thigh. I slip my panties on underneath.

  Good enough.

  I go to the door and open it into the hallway.

  I see the main, locked door to Enzo’s barracks at the other end only Enzo can use to open this section of the yacht. I open several doors but don’t find anything that looks like a kitchen.

  I sigh. I guess I’m going exploring.

  I consider putting more clothes on, but I’m never going to get used to wearing clothes. I’m always going to prefer to be naked as often as I can.

  I walk through the door that leads to everyone else on the yacht. It was nice to think Enzo and I were the only ones on the ship for a little while.

  But as I walk, I realize the yacht is quiet. All of the bedroom doors are shut. It must be early in the morning still.

  I smile, realizing I should be good to sneak up and get food and back down without being detected.

  I jog up the stairs and find the kitchen on the main level. The sun is only starting to rise over the horizon. I walk to the large fridge and pull the door open.

  “You are up early, stingray. Sleep well?” Zeke asks with a wink.

  I close the fridge and walk over to the bar Zeke is sitting at. He takes a pot of coffee and pours me a cup.

  “Oh, you prefer your coffee iced, don’t you?”

  I smile. How are all of these men not taken? Zeke shouldn’t know how I like my coffee, but he does.

  “Hot is fine.” I take a seat next to him and cup my hands around the coffee to warm up.

  Zeke’s eyes cut down and then quickly back up. “Enzo isn’t going to like you only wearing his shirt in public.”

  “Good thing I’m not in public.”

  Zeke shakes his head. “You are good for him; you know that right, stingray?”

  I shrug. “I guess. But I’m also very bad for him.”

  We sit in silence drinking our coffee.

  “What are you doing up so early?” I ask.

  “I decided to stay awake after you two decided to keep the entire ship up most of the night.”

  My cheeks redden, and I gasp. “You heard me?”

  “Yep, the walls are usually soundproof enough. But apparently not to contain the cries of a Miller.”

  “Oh my god! I’m so sorry.”

  Zeke laughs. “I’m teasing. My bedroom is the closest to yours. It shares a wall. I barely heard you. I’m sure no one else heard you.”

  I bite my lip. I’m not sure if he’s telling me the truth or not.

  “But seriously, you can’t walk around the ship half naked. Enzo would kill me if he saw me sitting here with you.”

  I roll my eyes. “Let me handle Enzo.”

  “I would, but it’s my ass he’s going to hide for this, not yours.”

  “You’re more of a brother than anything else. Enzo has nothing to worry about.”

  “He won’t see it that way.”

  I chuckle.

  “You love him, don’t you?” Zeke asks.

  I stop breathing. I didn’t realize anyone else could see it.

  “Yes,” I breathe. It makes it more real, admitting it out loud.

  He nods solemnly. “I’m sorry.”

  “Why are you sorry?”

  “Because Enzo will never admit he loves you back. I’ve seen it happen before. I’ve seen women spend their lives waiting for Enzo to love them back. He never does. He can’t.”

  “Liesel?” I ask.

  He nods. “This won’t end in happily ever after.”

  “I know.”

  “Enzo doesn’t know how to love anyone other than Langston and me. And I’m not even sure if he truly considers us as people he loves or just brothers and that makes it a requirement. Liesel came close, but he doesn’t love her. He just protects her. You, you might come the closest to gaining his love. But it’s a fight that isn’t worth fighting. It will only end in heartbreak for you.”

  I nod.

  “I’m sorry. If he could love anyone, it would be you. You need to finish the game and then leave and forget you ever met any of us.”

  Leave and forget about the most important man in my life.

  Zeke’s asking me to leave, rip out my own heart, and tear it to shreds. Then pretend I didn’t just destroy the only meaningful thing that has ever happened to me.

  “What if I can’t stop loving him?”

  “Then you will live the rest of your life in horrible pain. Worse than anything you’ve ever experienced before. Trust me—find a way to get your heart back before it’s too late.”

  Someone broke Zeke’s heart. And he doesn’t want to see me get hurt the same way he’s constantly hurting. The same way Liesel hurts.

  I sigh.

  Get my heart back; it should be easy. But I already know it’s too late. My heart belongs to Enzo. I stare at my finger where his mother’s ring used to sit with the inscription—My heart belongs to the devil. The inscription became truth. Was that always going to be my fate from the moment I wore the ring?

  I don’t know Enzo’s mother’s entire story, but I do know it didn’t end well. The woman fell in love with the devil. The only problem is the devil has no heart to love back with.

  10

  ENZO

  “NO! DON’T TAKE HER!” I yell.

  “Kai doesn’t belong to you, Enzo. She never did. She doesn’t want you. She doesn’t like you. She could never love you,” Milo says.

  I look at Kai smiling in Milo’s arms. She leans over and kisses him on the cheek.

  I pull out my gun and aim it at them. “Let her go.”

  “Does she look like a woman that needs to be rescued? She’s happy here, with me,” Milo says.

  “I’ll believe it when Kai tells me to leave. That’s she’s happy here with you.”

  Milo cocks his head and runs a finger down Kai’s neck—my neck. She’s mine, not his.

  “Beautiful, would you like to tell Enzo how happy you are here with me?” Milo asks.

  Kai kisses him softly on the cheek. “Gladly, hubby.”

  Hubby? They’re married?

  She looks at me. “I’m happy with Milo. He’s the love of my life. He’s strong, handsome, and he isn’t a monster.”

  I’m not a monster.

  I don’t lower the gun, I can’t. I don’t believe her, or maybe I don’t want to believe she could be happy here with him.

  Kai is mine.

  No, she isn’t. She only stayed because you forced her to. You were supposed to set her free. That’s how the saying goes. Something like, if you love someone set them free, and if they return they are yours forever.

  I could never risk it. I wasn’t strong enough to set her free. Because I knew she’d never return to me.

  “You’re lying. You’ll say whatever Milo tells you so he won’t kill you,” I say.

  “Who has the gun pointed at her? It’s not me, it’s you she fears,” Milo says.

  I frown. No, she loves me. She wants me.

  Milo takes Kai in his arms and forces her to kiss him. He shoves his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to kiss him back. And then she moans, and I lose it.

  The gun fires—killing Milo instantly.

  And then Kai looks at me, with all of her wrath and I know the truth. She loves him and hates me. I’ll never be enough. And I’ve truly become the monster she thought I was the entire time.

  I WAKE UP ABRUPTLY. When I sit up, I already know Kai is no longer beside me. I wouldn’t have such an evil, cruel dream if she were still near.

  I stretch for a second and try to wipe the bad dream from my head.

  It was just a dream. It means nothing.

  But I know it will stay with me far too long.

  I pull on my jeans and a dark T-shirt before I go to find Kai. And I don’t even want to know what clothes she put on when she decided to leave my bedroom. Her clothes are still on the floor, and the only thing I notice mi
ssing is my shirt from yesterday.

  I head to the kitchen first, assuming her stomach decided it needed food and that’s exactly where I find her—with Zeke.

  I growl when I see him put his hand on her wrist as if to comfort her. But all I see is anger. No one touches Kai without her permission. He knows she doesn’t like to be touched, and he did it anyway. It’s unacceptable. Especially when she’s only half dressed.

  I storm toward them and shove Zeke against the wall before either of them hear me.

  “What the hell are you doing, touching her?” I scream in his face, huffing out all of my furry into him as I squeeze his neck so tightly he can barely breathe.

  “Enzo, let him go! He wasn’t doing anything wrong!” Kai yells next to me, trying to pull my hand off of him.

  “He touched you for no reason when he knows it hurts you, that’s something,” I say.

  My eyes burn into Zeke’s. If he wasn’t my brother, I’d throw him overboard for an offense like that. I made a vow to Kai no man would ever hurt her again, and that includes something small like a touch that burns her skin.

  “His touch didn’t hurt me!” Kai shouts.

  “What?”

  “His touch doesn’t hurt me anymore. At least, it barely registers. And he was just trying to comfort me. Let him go right now,” Kai says with her hands on her hips and defiance in her eyes. She will fight me if I don’t let him go.

  I release my hold. Damn, that dream fucked with my head and put me on edge more than I thought.

  “Sorry,” I say, running my hand through my hair. I walk over to the pot of coffee, pour myself a cup and down it, needing to walk out of the fog I feel trapped in.

  “It’s okay, man. I’m going to go check on the captain and see if he needs anything,” Zeke says, wisely leaving me alone.

  I shake my head, trying to brush off the anger flowing through my veins. I can’t. The anger is always a part of me. Always ready to explode at a moment’s notice. I used to be better at controlling it, but ever since Kai came into my life, my emotions are all over the place. I’m having feelings I didn’t even know existed, and the anger is the hardest to keep in check.