Betrayed by Truths: Truth or Lies Book 2

by Ella Miles

I look out at the ocean. Even if it gives me such beauty and luxury. Giving me a life of ease.

  I don’t want it. I turn back and see Enzo slip into the house. Especially if it turns me into a grumpy, unfeeling, lonely man like Enzo.

  But I can’t let his comments go unchecked. I need to feel rage tomorrow; I will need adrenaline pumping through my veins to aid me in my quest. But I don’t need all out anger.

  Anger will only serve as a distraction.

  I start stomping toward the house when Langston calls, “Gun, Kai.”

  He holds out his hand as if waiting for me to relinquish it to him.

  His eyes read serious. He may like me, but he won’t let me hurt his boss or closest friend.

  I put on the safety, and then toss the gun in his direction. He catches it with ease.

  “Thanks for the lessons.”

  Both men nod.

  “But I have other business to attend to.” I stomp into the house, intent on giving Enzo a piece of my mind. Because I will not let him win before the games have even started—not anymore.

  18

  Enzo

  Kai’s a good shot.

  And it pisses me off. Not that she’s amazing at everything she does, as I expect her to be, but because no one ever helped her unlock her potential. I don’t care that she’s a girl, if she had been properly trained she would have been a formidable opponent. But as she is now, I’ll destroy her.

  For the longest time, I hoped that my opponent would be the stronger one. That it would be clear they were the better man, the one worthy of becoming Black. But then I faced reality. No one would ever be stronger than me; my father ensured that. So I became Black. For three years I’ve done the job. I lined my pockets with more money. Filled my bed with the sexiest of women. Hired the most dangerous of men.

  But I never wanted it. Any of it.

  And now I don’t have a choice. There is no way Kai could win. And even if she could, I can’t let her. Only the cruelest of men deserve to be trapped in this life. And I would never wish this life for Kai.

  Whether Kai truly wants to become Black or not doesn’t matter. It won’t stop her from fighting with everything she has tomorrow. Her father chose the first task. He might have chosen something that plays to her strengths. And I can’t let her win—not one round.

  I won’t let her become Black.

  I don’t know what I was thinking when I went out there to taunt her. I was angry and pissed that she could stop fucking me so easily. I thought I rocked her world. I know I did, but it wasn’t enough.

  I should head to Surrender or one of my other bars to pick up a woman for tonight. It would help me blow off steam and be focused for tomorrow. But that thought makes my stomach turn up in disgust.

  For the present moment, there is only one woman who would be able to get my cock up. And she almost shot me in the arm.

  If she had wanted to, she would have, and I would have deserved it.

  I grin.

  My fiery woman.

  No, not my anything.

  She’s nothing more than my prisoner and enemy. The only reason I keep her here is to keep track of her. And to protect her—that’s it.

  The back door opens as I’m standing in the kitchen staring into the fridge, trying to find something light to eat that won’t slow me down tomorrow.

  “What the hell was that? You’ve resorted to taunting me now? You really that desperate to win tomorrow?” Kai storms into the kitchen, ready for a fight.

  I slam the refrigerator door closed.

  Kai crosses her arms, her curvy hips swaying in annoyance.

  “Just trying to even the score.”

  “How so?”

  “You ran out this morning like I didn’t just fuck your brains out last night. Like that didn’t fucking change everything. Like you could live without doing that again.”

  “I could. I will.”

  My jaw tenses, my lips thin, and my eyes darken. “No, you couldn’t.”

  She rolls her eyes. “I’ve lived without sex for twenty-three years. You think I couldn’t go another few weeks until this is finished without fucking my enemy?”

  “Stop calling me that.”

  “That’s what you are: my enemy. My captor. The asshole who sold me. I can also call you bastard, jerk, dick, fucktwat, motherfucker, son of a bitch. Which would you prefer?”

  I smirk. “That’s not what you were calling me last night. If I remember correctly you were calling me ‘oh God,’ and ‘yes,’ and ‘fuck yes.’ I prefer one of those names.”

  She shakes her head slightly. “Just leave me alone. We should both be preparing for whatever awaits us tomorrow. We both need a clear head so we don’t get ourselves killed.”

  “Exactly,” I say taking a step into her personal bubble.

  Her eyes heat as my own eyes travel up and down her body letting her know exactly what I think of her skimpy workout outfit.

  “Not going to happen,” she says.

  “Don’t act like you don’t want me in your bed every fucking night.”

  “I don’t.”

  “We can be enemies during the day and lovers at night.”

  “No.”

  “It would help keep us from being distracted during the game.”

  “I don’t see how.”

  “Because we still have the same chemistry as before. As much as you tried to put a stop to that by your stunt, it didn’t change anything. You want me. I want you. We both know this can’t go anywhere. We both hate each other anyway. This would never be anything but sex. And when one of us becomes Black, it ends. We go our separate ways.”

  “You’ll release me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  “So do we have an arrangement?”

  “About the you letting me go part? Yes.”

  I shake my head and move closer until I all but touch her with my entire body.

  She stills, trying to adjust to me being in her space and knowing I could, and will, touch her. She has to decide how far this will go.

  “And the fucking?” I ask.

  Kai breathes heavily, her eyes going down to stare at the bulge in my jeans. She closes her eyes as if that will help her change her feelings.

  She fucking wants me.

  She can’t deny it.

  I can see the way her perky breasts harden with a look from me.

  “Go fuck one of your whores at the club,” she says, with devastatingly sad and determined eyes.

  She’s trying to taunt me into hurting her so she won’t want to fuck me. Not going to happen, sweetie.

  “Not when I could have the sexiest, most fucking gorgeous woman with the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt; and hear the most beautiful voice screaming my name as I torture her with my cock.”

  She gasps and then bites her lip to silence her mouth in the adorable way she always does right before I get my way with her.

  “You can hate me, and still fuck me,” I say.

  “I will definitely hate you.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  “That’s a—you better fuck me like I’m the only woman you ever want, but I’m going to fuck you like each thrust is a dagger into your heart.”

  She said yes. I don’t care how badly she hates me. The hate only makes everything better. Because there is no better way I can think of to spend the rest of the day.

  I grab her curvy hips and jerk her body to me. Her soft body slams to my stone core. And my lips hover over hers, but I don’s kiss her yet. She may not hate when I touch her like everyone else, but I’ve learned if she’s begging for my touch, it’s better than if I take it.

  Her cool breath sends shivers down my spine. She doesn’t close the gap though, almost enjoying the anticipation as much as I am.

  My eyes heat into burning fires of need.

  “Kiss me,” she says.

  I do better. I devour her.

  My mouth takes all of her mouth in mine—kissing all of her. M
y tongue deepens the kiss instantly needing to taste her. I only just had her a few hours ago, but already that was too long ago.

  I need this woman in my bed for nights on end to have a chance of extinguishing my desire for her. But it seems she’s going to want to argue every time I want to fuck her, rather than just fuck. And if it makes me this excited to argue with her before I fuck her, it will be worth it.

  But what if I can’t convince her in the future?

  What if this is it? Her hatred for me will most likely intensify if I have to betray her or make her look like a fool during the game.

  So I’m going to engrain this moment in my head in case it’s the last time. I’m used to living that way. In my life, there is no guarantee I will wake up tomorrow. No guarantee I won’t have a bullet in my head and end up six feet under.

  But with Kai, it’s different. I’ve never felt anything in my life so intense, yet also pleasurable. There has never been a woman like her, and after I become Black again, there will never be one after. I will return to fucking nameless woman I sleep with once, then never see again.

  “Why are you such a good fucking kisser?” she asks between kisses.

  I give her an evil, seductive look.

  She laughs and then angers. “Oh…that was stupid.”

  “No question is stupid.”

  “Mine was. It’s because you have countless women in your bed every night.”

  I should comfort her. I know I should, but I like seeing the jealous side. I haven’t been with a woman since Kai came back into my life. But I’m not sure I want her to know the whole truth.

  I trail my kisses down her neck. She tilts her head to allow me better access. “But you’re the only one in my bed,” I say.

  I kiss her again, and we both shiver. I love touching her icy skin. It twists with my warm and makes me crazy; seeking the feeling I only get when I touch her.

  “Let’s go get in that bed now,” she says; her voice heavy, her eyelids hooded.

  “No.”

  Her lips drop into a frown. “What? I thought—”

  “I need you here first.” I need her in every part of my house. I need to mark her and make her realize how much she’s mine.

  She’s only ever been mine.

  That thought drives me wild. I know her first wasn’t as it should have been. I know her head is fucked up from what Jarod did to her. But I love that she’s only ever had me.

  I’m the only one who can touch her.

  Kiss her.

  Fuck her.

  I’ve never cared before, but there is something very caveman about wanting a woman to only be yours.

  “But Langston and Zeke could walk in. Westcott could—”

  I kiss her, trying to shut her up.

  “You insufferable man. We are not fucking here.”

  “Yes, we are. Westcott’s job is to be invisible. He knew the second we started talking to leave. And Zeke and Langston got the message loud and clear to not come into the house.”

  “Did you text them?”

  “No, when I marked you as my territory outside.”

  “I’m am not an object!”

  “Doesn’t matter. You’re mine.”

  I see the look change in her eyes. From relaxed to hate. And I’m not mad about it at all. Because the lust is still there.

  “I hate you.”

  “I hate you more.”

  She dives her teeth into my bottom lip until I’m sure she’s drawn blood. Fucking incredible woman.

  No one stands up to me. Ever. And if they do, they usually end up dead. But with Kai, I want more. I both love it and hate it when she defies me. I crave it as much as I crave her pussy.

  “Strip,” I command.

  She laughs. “Not going to happen.”

  I cock my head and smile. My eyes already imaging her without her clothes on. “Tired of strutting around the place naked?” I ask, even though I know it’s not about that. She isn’t afraid to show her body. She just doesn’t like giving up control to me.

  “No.”

  “Prove it.”

  “You can’t goad me.”

  I kiss her neck again, and a soft moan escapes her lips.

  She claws at my neck, and I know I’ve won, but she won’t go down gently.

  I grab the hem of her shirt pushing it upward, needing it off her body.

  Her eyes dance, and then she grabs my shirt by the neck and rips until it is in two pieces.

  “If you wanted me to strip, you just had to ask, baby.”

  “Don’t call me baby.”

  I jerk her shirt off her head, before she protests again.

  “Shorts off, now, baby.”

  She glares.

  “Fine, I’ll do it,” I say at her silent protest.

  I pull her shorts down, hoist her ass up on the counter, and then kneel in front of her.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Eating you out.”

  “But I’m sweaty and—fuck.”

  I taste her sweet juices as I bury my head in her pussy. I’m used to women waxing and going bare, but after having a taste of Kai’s pussy, I don’t know if I will ever go back. There is something sexy about the way her hair hides the prize from me.

  “Jesus effing Christ,” she calls out as she grips my hair.

  I grip her ass cheeks in my hands, holding her body tightly to my lips. She wiggles in my grasp, my touch overwhelming all her senses. No other woman responds to my touch as quickly as Kai, and it’s sexy as hell.

  I want her to come over and over, until any thoughts of her painful first time are all but a distant memory.

  She starts wiggling and panting so much I can tell she’s close. Her thighs squeeze around my head; her grip on my head death-defying. I can barely breathe, let alone move, she has me so tightly in her grasp, but I’ve never been so happy to be suffocated by a woman before.

  I dip my tongue into her tight cunt. Pushing deeper, preparing her for what will soon be coming—my cock.

  I probably shouldn’t fuck her again so soon after her first intrusion. I’m sure she’s sore, but the way her wetness is already coating my tongue, I have no doubt she wants this.

  “Make me come you fucking asshole!” she screams.

  I pull my tongue out of her and move back to her clit.

  She explodes.

  “Enzo!” she cries over and over as she comes on my mouth, her orgasm rippling through her over and over. She throws her head back; it’s like nothing exists. Zeke or Langston could walk in right now, and I don’t think she’d notice or care.

  “Baby, you are going to have to open your legs so I can move my head. My cock wants a turn.”

  She slowly relaxes, and I spread her legs apart wide enough to unlock my head from her grip.

  “That didn’t sound like someone who hated me.”

  Her eyes glisten. “I hate you.”

  “You may hate me, but you love my tongue. You love my body. But most of all, you love my cock.”

  I undo my pants, pull a condom from my pocket, and then drop my jeans, letting my cock free.

  Her eyes immediately go to its large girth.

  I smirk. I’ve been with women before who couldn’t handle my size. They gave up and stopped, unable to handle the pain. Others suffer through but only after several painful moments stretching them out.

  It still amazes me how Kai handles me. She’s petite, and her pussy is no different than any other part of her.

  “I don’t love your cock,” she whispers, but her eyes tell me differently. She loves it, but she’s also scared based on how last time went.

  I don’t want her thinking about it. It won’t help her to dwell on my past mistakes. She does better when she’s just living in the moment.

  “Tell me how much you fucking hate me, baby.”

  “I hate how fucking arrogant you are.”

  “Yea?” I trail kisses up her leg.

  “I hate how incredibly bossy you are.”r />
  I kiss over her sensitive clit again, and she stops talking, focusing on the touch.

  When I kiss her stomach, she starts again. “I hate how controlling you are.”

  My eyes grow large looking at her breasts again. I take my time tasting each luscious mound—kissing every part and ending, sucking on her hard nipples.

  When I bite down, she squeals and tries to swat me away. But I don’t stop, loving the fucking sound of her squeals too much.

  My cock grows another inch at the sound. I press at her entrance, my dick desperate to feel her tight lips welcoming me in. I consider fucking her bareback, but think better of it. She’s not on birth control. And even if she were, I wouldn’t risk it. I will never get a woman pregnant. Ever. This legacy dies with me.

  I rip the condom wrapper open and lean back to slide it on, and then I’m pressing roughly at her entrance.

  “And I hate how fucking big you are.”

  Our eyes gleam at each other, and then I grab her hips, jerk her from the counter, and flip her around so her ass is in the air and she’s bent over the counter.

  I slip halfway in while she’s still adjusting to the new position, instead of giving her time to think about the pain. I kiss her neck and fist her hair giving her enough pain to focus on other than the ripping torment as I stretch her wide.

  She winces and her pussy tightens, not used to my size yet.

  It takes every drop of self-control inside me to not push in deeper like I need. But I won’t hurt her like I did last time.

  “How badly do you want to slap me right now?” I goad.

  “So fucking badly.”

  She releases one of her arms from the counter, trying to reach back to do just that. I grab it and force it tightly behind her back.

  “I love how feisty you are.”

  “I hate how cruel you are.”

  I lean down and kiss her palm as I move another inch inside her. Her slickness swells from my kiss. “It seems you like how sweet I can be to you.”

  I suck each of her fingers, slipping another millimeter in with each distracting kiss.

  “I fucking love your tits, baby.”

  I grab them roughly, my fingers teasing the points.

  “Aw,” she moans as I again descend into her tightness.

  “How the fuck did you fit the last time?” she pants.