Truth: A Sinful Series, Book One

by Trilina Pucci

  “Out!” His roar echoes through the room as I’m placed on top of the bar. I never break eye contact, but the sounds of footsteps scurrying from the remaining spectators exemplify the level of our display. Everyone better run for their lives because we may destroy this place. I reach for his face, covered in stubble, letting my fingers skim the prickly hairs, but my hand is shoved for his to take place around my throat, causing my chin to jerk up.

  “You came for me to fuck you? Is this what you want, Drew?” The voice of the devil.

  “You are what I want.”

  His hand tightens before letting go, but I grab his wrist, bringing the strong hand to my mouth. I run my tongue up his middle finger, then suck it between my lips and let go. His eyes take in my features. There’s such a fire inside this man, and I know it burns for me. I love him. I know it to my core. He’s mine and I’m his. My gaze lingers on his lips, watching his tongue run over the perfect pout and draw up to meet his deep, soulful hazel eyes. His eyes say everything he can’t. I part my lips to tell him everything when my attention is drawn to a voice from behind King.

  “King, is there anything needed before I lock the doors?”

  My eyes narrow at him even though I’m sure she isn’t anything more than an employee, but I feel possessive.

  “Thank you, Sarah, but I think we’ve got it from here.” His answer is directed to her, but he is only looking at me. He seems amused by my reaction. My eyebrows raise at his response, and he drops his grin when I hold out one finger over his shoulder. I use my other hand to push him back, then use his shoulders to lower myself down to the floor.

  “Who is she to you?” My tone is direct as I take her in.

  “She runs my club. I trust her implicitly, and I would be very upset if she was run out without cause.”

  I hear his request, but I want answers. “Do I have cause to run her out?” I tilt my head up toward his face.

  “No.” His back stiffens, worry setting in. Now it’s my turn to be amused that I make him nervous.

  I push past him and walk to Sarah, extending my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for our immaturity. I’d hoped we would meet under different circumstances.”

  She grins, accepting my handshake and nodding like she understands.

  “I’ve seen worse. I’m happy you’re here. He needs someone to stand up to him.” She raises her eyebrows as she turns to leave. Returning her sentiment, I wink and turn around to King.

  He’s leaned back against the bar with a drink in hand, taking me in as I walk back to him.

  “Are you going to offer me one?” I raise a questioning eyebrow.

  “No.” He narrows his eyes while taking another sip.

  “Then I’ll take yours.” I reach for his glass, but he pulls it back.

  “You can’t have anything without my permission anymore.” His voice is more serious, and the double meaning in his words is thick.

  “What are you willing to give me?” Because I want it all.

  “I’m undecided.”

  I hate the look on his face. It’s fear—he’s afraid I’ll hurt him again.

  “So just tell me to stop when I cross a line. I’ll only go as far as you trust me to go. Deal?”

  He nods hesitantly as my hand finds the top button of his shirt. I undo it slowly, making my way to each before his shirt is completely undone. I only stop to briefly trace the tattoo on his chest. God, I missed this body. His twelve-pack casts a heavy shadow from beneath the shirt, and I run my fingers over his rock-hard stomach and up to his chest, leaning in to kiss the tatted area.

  “This okay?” I ask from pressed lips against his chest, then pull back to look into his eyes.

  “Fucking you isn’t my problem. It’s what to do with you after.” Smacking his drink down on the bar top, he puts his hands on my waist and walks me backward away from the bar. He jerks me forward, eliciting a surprised yelp as I’m hoisted over his shoulder. “See, that’s the problem.” Bringing his hand down on my ass hard. “The way I see it, this is all you get. I’ll give you my cock, but that’s it. That’s the only deal I’ll make with you. Take it or leave it.”

  It’s a start.

  Without hesitation, I whisper, “I’ll take it. But it won’t be enough.”

  He places me back on my feet and looks me up and down. His expression mirrors my own frustration.

  “I hate that fucking outfit. I want you naked. Now.” His words leave little room for debate.

  “What? What’s wrong with my outfit?” I look at him like he’s lost his mind.

  “It restricts access.” Crossing his arms, he grins, waiting for me to disrobe.

  “I’m not taking off my clothes in the middle of this room.” He has lost his mind.

  “We’re alone, and last I checked, it’s a fucking sex club. Take your goddamn clothes off so I can bury my dick inside that tight, wet pussy, Drew.”

  I’m fucking dripping the minute he growls at me, but I take all the time in the world, slipping off each shoulder, giving my tyrant his own private show. The more time I take, the more his jaw tenses. God, I love riling this man up.

  “You realize the longer you take, the harsher the punishment. I will take out every one of the seconds on that ass tonight.”

  “Promises, promises,” I challenge back.

  He grabs his cock and adjusts the bulge, groaning with the motion. “You have ten seconds to get it off, then I’m ripping it off myself.” His demeanor couldn’t be more serious. He will tear this very expensive, amazing outfit off my body without so much as a second thought.

  “Ten.”

  I start on one of my heels, unhitching the ankle strap.

  “Nine.”

  Finishing, I move to the other.

  “Eight.”

  The strap around my ankle gets stuck as I start to panic. I’m never going to make it.

  “Seven.”

  Fuck it. I rip it off my foot and pull down my right shoulder strap, starting to shimmy.

  “Six.”

  I start looking around the room.

  “Five.”

  I scope out where I could go to buy some more time.

  “Four.”

  I love this outfit.

  “Three.”

  Son of a bitch.

  “Two.”

  Struggling with the zipper, it finally comes loose, and I push my jumpsuit down to my ankles.

  “One.”

  I’m breathless, but I feel on fire. My whole body might as well be vibrating because I’m buzzing like I’ve taken my first hit. He holds his hand out to me. I take it and step out of my clothes pooled on the floor. I stand on my tiptoes to avoid the cold floor.

  “You’re gorgeous. But you’re still covered.”

  My eyes grow wide because I know exactly what he wants, but I will not lose another pair of delicates to this monster. I pull my hand from his, but he doesn’t let go. I try again, stepping away, but he holds tight, a Cheshire grin coming from his predatory face.

  “King,” I say, trying to pull back again. “Don’t you dare. I’ll kill you. They’re my favorites.”

  His grin deepens and he winks with that mischievous look he gives when he’s about to do something sneaky. We stay in a tug-of-war until I wiggle my hand free and break for it, running as fast as I can toward the bank of couches at the far end of the room.

  “King!” I scream as I’m lifted off my feet and twirled around, held off the ground against a velvet wall. The material feels smooth on my skin as he slowly slides me down to my feet.

  “I always get what I want, Drew.” Cupping his hand over my breast, he slowly rips the lace away from my nipple until the whole cup is ripped open, exposing my entire breast. My breathing hitches at the final rip.

  “So beautiful,” he whispers, tracing the areola and making the skin pucker. He cups my breast, bringing his mouth down to taste my hard bud. Sucking hard, he lets go with a pop.

  “Turn around.”


  As I do, he grabs the back of my bralette and rips it open, causing me to jump from the shock. He slips the bra from my shoulders and reaches around the front to remove it completely.

  “Hands on the wall.”

  Oh shit. Biting my lip, I squeeze my eyes with anticipation, hoping he’s going to do what I think he is.

  “I told you I would punish you for all your teasing. Spread your legs.” I do, and he begins to shimmy my panties down my thighs, so I step together to make it easier to take them off. Grabbing my ass hard, he halts my movement. “I said, spread your legs, Drew. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

  My body writhes against the squeeze on my ass cheek, and I push back into it for more. I swear I could come right now. I widen my stance a bit.

  “More.”

  I widen my stance again.

  “More.”

  I’m not sure what purpose this serves until I take another step out and feel the sting against my thighs from my panties pressing into my skin, making me gasp.

  “Bend over.”

  I walk my hands down the wall until I am bent over and open for the world to see, staring at a red velvet wall. I want that crack so damn bad that I can barely focus to keep my eyes open.

  “Hold on tight, baby.”

  That’s when I feel the first swipe against my rear. He’s using my bra to whip my bottom. I groan at the contact. It’s not too painful, just jolting…in all the right places. I can feel the hum, the need for more build in my body as he whips me two, three more times.

  “My dick is so hard looking at this ass begging me for more.”

  I realize I’m on my tiptoes, raising my ass for his strike, but I’m gone with need. I hear the zipper of his trousers and feel his hands on my hips as he rams his cock inside of me without warning.

  “Yes!” I scream as my body starts to quake with desire. “Yes, please…”

  “Not yet, Drew. Don’t come—I want to see your face.” Grabbing my hair, he twists my head so that I’m looking over my shoulder. “Who owns this pussy?”

  “You do.” I’m breathless being owned by his cock at a torturous rate. I’m truly being fucked to death.

  “For how long, Drew? Say it!” His arms snake under me to hold my sagging weight as I turn to jelly. My limbs are unable to hold me up any longer as my orgasm begins to take over my body.

  My answer escapes as a stuttered cry, accented by the pounding my pussy is being given. “Always, King. Always.”

  “Mine” is all he roars out as he empties himself inside of me, my own body convulsing from the power of my orgasm.

  We’re both panting as he rests his head against my back before righting us both, pulling my panties back up. Turning me around, he puts both hands on my face. “It’s not enough,” he says solemnly. It’s not enough to fix us and never enough to satisfy us.

  “It will never be enough.” I put my hands over his, bringing our lips together.

  “You’re dangerous for me, but I’m more dangerous for you.” His eyes are sad as he pulls back, opening them hazily. It’s as if he’s saying goodbye to me.

  “You’re my reason. Take everything, break me. Figure out a way to forgive me, King, because I know what I want. Don’t stand in the way of us.”

  “Stop. It’s too late, Drew.”

  Pushing my hands away, he backs away, retreating into himself.

  “No, it’s not. You will listen because what I have to say is important, and you will stand there and listen, dammit.” My voice is demanding. He rakes his hands through his hair and begins to pace the room, reminding me of a caged animal—beautiful on the outside but deadly.

  “My head was so fucked. I had just ended things with Nick, and meeting you sent my world upside down. I was so afraid that I couldn’t see things clearly, that I was making a decision based on lust, and I didn’t want to find myself drowning in regret a year later. But…”

  “I get it, Drew. I understood that night. You think I’m just another guy that will break your heart or treat you like shit. You didn’t trust me; you didn’t believe in what we could be.” He waves me off as he walks back to the bar. So, I follow, my anger increasing with each step.

  “You aren’t hearing me, King. I trust you.” I slap my hand down on the bar to get his attention. “I didn’t trust me. I wanted to be right in my head; I wanted to be able to be me, for you. Goddammit, I just needed a breath so that I could be here, all of me, not the fragile broken version I was. I needed to tie up loose ends so I could start again.” I let out a breath and take the drink he’s poured for himself from his hands and tip it back, downing it in one burning gulp.

  He grabs the glass from my hands and pours himself another drink. “I don’t do that… what we did. I just fuck.” This time it’s him gulping down the scotch. “I don’t talk or cuddle or remember what the hell anyone’s hair smells like…” He takes a strand of my hair between his fingers and lets it slip through. “And I don’t talk about my mother to anyone. Ever.” He walks a few steps away, before turning to look at me. “I can count the number of people I trust on one fucking hand, but you breeze into my Church and it took twenty-four hours to have me willing to kill for you. You don’t know what I’m capable of. You don’t know who you’re making a deal with.”

  That’s it—he’s holding me away because I make him feel vulnerable, and he isn’t a man that can afford to feel that way. He’s wrong about one thing: my eyes are wide open to the man in front of me. I feel the weight of what he is capable of, and I still want him. Everything comes into focus, and I know what I have to do.

  “I don’t care. I want you. I’ll take you any way I can get you. But I’m here, King. Always. Just give me tonight. You asked me for one night, one night to win my heart. Give me the same. One night. You have nothing to lose. Come on, I’m standing here practically nude…cut a girl a break.” I cock a hip, placing my hand on it, slightly jutting my chest out, and grin.

  Looking at me for a hard moment, he pours another drink but only drinks half, handing the other to me. “You’ve got one night, gorgeous.”

  My smile mirrors his as I grab the drink and down it, sealing our deal.

  WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I gotten myself into? I’m incapable of saying no to her. Every time she looks at me with those big blue eyes and that pouty mouth, I’m done. My judgment is seriously impaired, but moreover, my heart is in real jeopardy of dedicating itself to beating only for her. Fuck. Who am I kidding—it’s been beating only for her since we met.

  I told myself it was just an itch to scratch; then I reasoned that lust was just a strong fucking emotion. I’m a man and men think with their dicks too often, but she’s never been that. The moment I laid eyes on her, I was compelled to be next to her. It felt crazy, as if I wasn’t in control of my own body. Even now, while I wait for her in the ladies’ room, I want to bang the door down just to be near her. I’m losing my mind.

  “Drew,” I bellow out in the empty space, my voice carrying through the room.

  “So impatient.” She laughs and rolls her eyes, zipping up the side of her jumpsuit. God, she’s fucking sexy. All legs and attitude. I gave into her the minute she walked back into the damn club. I lashed out trying to hurt her, but she saw right through my bullshit. I needed her to see through it, to fight for me, for us. I needed to know she understood the depth of what I feel. I wanted to put up a bigger fight, but she’s right; I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt her.

  “I am impatient. The clock is ticking, and you’re still my least favorite person.” I turn to hide my grin.

  “Dick.” She slaps my arm when she reaches me.

  “God you’re insatiable, gorgeous. How can you be ready again so quickly?”

  “Stop it. I was calling you a dick, not asking for it, but I think you know that.”

  I shrug and grab my jacket from the bar top as I head toward the door. “You better pick up the pace. It’s creepy when the lights go off.” She speeds up to grab hold of my arm
, as I chuckle. “Where to?” I ask her as we exit the doors and I turn to lock them. She seems lost in thought as we walked down the four steps to the tree-lined sidewalk. “I assume you have a plan since you are wooing me and all.” Looking at her standing in the silhouette created by the night and the streetlights makes me want to pull her close and kiss her.

  She places her hand on my chest and rubs gently. “Yes, I do. We are going to my house.” Her faux confidence is cute; she doesn’t have a plan.

  “Ah, I see, because we went to mine before, so now it’s yours…got it.” Without thinking, I tuck my arm around her waist, pulling her close. It’s a natural instinct but one that makes me wish for her the minute we will inevitably disconnect.

  She looks up at me, and I can see the hope in her eyes. Breaking contact, she looks around and then back to me questioningly. “Should we call a cab, or do you have your driver close by?”

  “Driver, but I thought we could walk for a while.” My arm squeezes her waist as we walk. “Truth or Dare?”

  Her lips curl into a knowing smile. “Truth.”

  “Tell me something nobody else knows,” I challenge.

  Leaning into me, she wraps both arms around my middle, snuggling into my chest as we walk. “Something nobody knows? Not even my mom or dad?” she asks.

  “Yes.”

  “That I’m falling for you.” Her voice is a quiet sincerity.

  “Doesn’t count. I already knew that. Like recognizes like, sweetheart.” I feel her smile against my chest. I would do anything to keep it there.

  “Well then, I’ll guess I have to dig deeper,” she chuckles.

  “By all means. That’s the point of this little game. I want your deepest, darkest secret.” Her body feels warm against mine.

  “I’m scared that at the end of this night, you won’t let go of your fear and I will live the rest of my life knowing I’ll never be as happy as I could’ve been.”

  Fuck, this girl and her goddamn honesty.

  “Same.”