Betrayed by Truths: Truth or Lies Book 2

by Ella Miles

  I swallow hard. I can’t believe he said that to me.

  “Fuck me, Enzo.”

  He growls again. “My pleasure.”

  His lips go to my bare neck immediately, and every other feeling melts away as his lips ravish me.

  I forget about my mission.

  I forget about my anxiety.

  I forget about Liesel.

  It’s just me and Enzo.

  “God, the second you walked on this yacht I got jealous as hell. I didn’t want any man looking at you, let alone touching you.”

  “No one touched me.”

  His eyes rage. “Milo touched you.”

  I smile. “He only touched my hand.”

  He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. “This is my hand.”

  “Oh really?” I smirk.

  He runs his hands over the front of my dress, stopping on my breasts. “These are mine.”

  He kisses my shoulder. “This skin is mine.”

  His hand trails down the side to my waist and ass. He begins pulling up my dress until he can feel my ass. “This ass is mine.”

  I hear a zipper and assume he’s pulling his large cock out. I’m not scared about it fitting. Not this time. I’m soaked thinking about him. And I’m as desperate for him as he is for me.

  He pushes my panties aside, and then I feel him pushing at my entrance.

  “Mine,” he says as he plunges into me.

  I cry out, but not in pain. There is some agony, but mostly it’s a territorial and primal need to claim him as much as he’s claiming me.

  “Fuck,” I moan as he sinks in deeper, while his hand reaches around to find my clit.

  I feel myself climbing high, and we’ve only barely gotten started.

  I’m panting, wet, and needy and his cock is barely inside me.

  “More.”

  “Baby, you’re not ready.”

  “More, Enzo.” I meet his eyes in the mirror, and I know he’s losing control. He can’t hold back any longer.

  I bite my lip, daring him with his eyes. He finally gives me what I want. All of him.

  “Mine,” I cry out, taking all of him.

  Our eyes meet again. “You’re all mine,” I say, again, making it clear if I’m his, then he’s mine. He doesn’t get to go to that slut tonight after our mission is over.

  “I’m fucking yours,” he says.

  I smile.

  And then he fucks me like he’s lost all control.

  Driving in and out of me with a frenzy I haven’t seen before.

  I grip the counter and match him thrust for thrust.

  It’s so much and not enough at the same time.

  “Hang on, baby,” he says understanding immediately what I need.

  He picks up speed, thrusting harder, faster switching the angle until he’s hitting that delicious spot inside me.

  “Enzo,” I cry. How can it get better each time he fucks me? I didn’t think it could keep feeling better, but it does.

  “I could listen to you say my name all fucking night.”

  “Yes, Enzo,” I cry again, barely registering his words or anything else.

  “Are you about to come, baby?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, no longer able to speak, breathe, or move. All I can do is feel intensity as he fucks me into oblivion.

  “Then come, baby.”

  “I’m coming,” I cry a second later, loving that his words sent me into my orgasm.

  His meets me at the same time, and I feel his orgasm shooting inside me.

  Slowly we still, coming down from our high. Enzo pulls out of me, and I straighten my dress out.

  “Mine,” he says again, winking at me. And then he exits the bathroom. Leaving me to compose myself before I leave.

  I stare at myself in the mirror and smile. Realizing I don’t feel sick any more thanks to Enzo. I don’t know if that was his intention or if he just really needed to fuck me. But either way, I’m grateful.

  And then I feel it—his cum staining my panties.

  Shit.

  He fucked me without a condom.

  You can’t get pregnant after one time, can you? You can if you fuck a man like Enzo.

  I take a deep breath. I can’t get pregnant, not on top of everything else. The sex is great, but I’m still his captive. He’s still a monster. And we are still competing for everything.

  He would make the worst father.

  And I don’t ever want to be a mother.

  I’ll take the morning after pill tomorrow. Right now, I have a ring to steal.

  24

  Enzo

  Fucking Kai was a mistake.

  Because when she came to the VIP room, she glowed and hasn’t stopped since.

  Milo hasn’t arrived yet, but his dozen closest guests fill the rear rooms and upper deck, a deck with the best view on the yacht.

  And Kai has been munching on a meat and cheese plate in the corner, while drinking her scotch and ignoring me.

  Liesel, on the other hand, hasn’t stopped asking me questions. “What did Kai say when you went after her?”

  “Can I get you another drink?” I ask, ignoring Liesel.

  She sighs. “If I’m going to have to keep dealing with you ignoring me, then yes.”

  Wanting to get Liesel a drink has nothing to do with Liesel and everything with wanting to be near Kai, who is standing at the bar munching on small bites of food to settle her stomach.

  She was an absolute wreck when I entered the bathroom. Being on that yacht for all those years truly fucked her up. And it makes me pissed off for my part in it all.

  Kai spots me walking toward her and smiles before she realizes what she’s doing. She immediately stops. And starts walking away.

  Dammit.

  I retrieve drinks for Liesel and myself, only just returning to her side when Milo enters.

  The room stops, staring at him.

  “Thank you all for joining me. We are going to have one incredible night. Enjoy yourselves.”

  Everyone applauds him, like he’s a fucking rock star or something.

  Liesel resumes her flirting with me, by wrapping my arm around her waist and leaning into my chest.

  Milo notices and starts approaching us, until Kai laughs loudly at something a gentleman next to her said. She hadn’t been talking to the man until Milo entered. But I recognize him. He’s Abel Frost. Wealthy, powerful, and handsome. Only third behind myself and Milo in wealth and good-looks.

  I shake my head. Of course, she found the best looking man here to make Milo and me jealous.

  I move to take a step toward her, but Liesel grabs my tie, stopping me. I’m not sure if it was intentional or if she is just continuing her flirting.

  Milo abruptly turns in her direction instead of ours when he hears her infectious laugh. Every man in the room turns toward her like she’s a siren calling their names.

  “Shit, we have to do something,” I say to Liesel.

  “Just give him a moment to talk to her. He’ll get bored soon enough, and then we will have our chance.”

  I shake my head. “You don’t understand. She’s a thief.”

  “Well, I could have guessed that. She’s horrible.”

  “No, I mean she’s stolen dozen of times to survive growing up. When we first met, she stole my watch without me noticing. She has a gift for pickpocketing. If she gets even a second with him privately, she’ll steal the ring before I have a chance at taking it.”

  “Shit,” Liesel says back.

  “That’s not helpful. We need to do something, now.”

  I try to think, but I can’t. Not as he nears my woman.

  “I have an idea,” Liesel says as Kai smiles at Milo.

  Fuck.

  “Fine, whatever. Just do it now.”

  “I’ll be happy to.”

  She grabs my face and pulls me into a kiss. I haven’t kissed this woman in over a year, but she kisses me like we were making out yesterday. I close my eyes, trying to m
ake the kiss feel real, but all I can focus on is Kai.

  And how wrong this feels.

  We start moving, stumbling through the crowd. How the hell will this help?

  And then we crash into someone.

  “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry. Sometimes I just let the passion get the best of me,” Liesel says.

  That’s when I realize who we stumbled into—Milo and Kai.

  Kai no longer looks charming. The anger is clear on her face, and there is no hiding it. She’s pissed at Liesel for kissing me.

  While Liesel on the other hand, looks smug and happy.

  “I completely understand,” Milo says swimmingly to Liesel, and my anger at Liesel’s stunt dissipates.

  I pull Liesel to me harder, knowing it will throw Kai off her game while also making Milo crave Liesel more.

  “When you find the person you desire, everything else just disappears,” Milo says, but his gaze soon turns from Liesel to Kai, indicating Kai is the woman he’s chosen for tonight.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I need to get him away from Kai now, before he falls any further for her.

  “How about a game of poker? I haven’t played in years, and I’ve heard you are the best.”

  “Nah, I’m good. You are welcome to play. There is a table set up downstairs,” Milo says.

  In the main rooms, not the VIP area.

  Milo continues to stare at Kai like she’s the only one in the room.

  “I have a cuban, I’d love to smoke. Would you care to join me?” I ask.

  Milo looks at me for a second. “After the fireworks, I always enjoy a good cuban after hearing that racket.”

  The fireworks aren’t happening until much later in the night. I’ve played all of my cards. I don’t know what else I can do short of throwing Liesel in between them.

  “Will you show me the top deck? I would love to see the view from up there,” Kai asks.

  Milo grins and holds out his hand, which Kai takes without hesitation or a wince on her face.

  Milo starts leading her upstairs.

  “We’d love to see the view,” Liesel cuts in, grabbing my arm.

  We follow them up, and it takes everything in me not to rip Kai from Milo’s arms.

  Kai leans into his ear and whispers something, her eyes locked in an evil glare with mine.

  I thought she got the hint when I fucked her in the bathroom and demanded she was mine, but apparently not.

  Apparently, she’d rather cling to Mr. Boring here.

  “It’s beautiful,” Liesel says when we reach the top, trying to barge in on Milo and Kai’s romantic moment.

  “You’re beautiful,” Milo says stroking Kai’s cheek.

  Really? Can the guy be any more cheesy?

  We all stand in silence for a minute, watching the stars go by overhead.

  “I have a surprise for you,” Milo whispers to Kai, holding her in front of his body.

  Liesel leans into me, but I don’t think the jealousy thing is going to work with Milo. Not when he’s so fascinated with Kai.

  A firework starts to go off. And we all ooh and ahh.

  “I thought the fireworks weren’t supposed to go off until later?” Liesel asks.

  Milo kisses the top of Kai’s head. “I couldn’t wait to show Kai.”

  I bet you couldn’t wait.

  I rub my neck as I stare up at the sparks in the sky. Other than tackling Milo, I have nothing left. I have no plan.

  “Got anything?” I whisper to Liesel.

  She shakes her head.

  Fuck.

  When I look up again, Milo is kissing Kai. His hand is on her ass, and she leans in as her eyes close like she’s enjoying the kiss.

  I lose it. I growl under my breath.

  “Enzo, you can’t make a scene,” Liesel warns.

  She’s right. I see two men on the deck who I know are Milo’s security. I don’t have a weapon to defend myself. And I won’t put Liesel nor Kai at risk.

  Milo whispers something in Kai’s ear, and she smiles brightly, her eyes hooded. And then I watch as they descend back down the stairs without a word or glance in our direction.

  I’ve faced plenty of problems before, but none I couldn’t solve or fix.

  I’m not pissed because I’m going to lose this round.

  I’m pissed because Kai kissed him.

  I’m pissed because he’s taking her to his private quarters.

  And I’m pissed she’s going to fuck him with my cum still inside her, all so she can beat me.

  “Enzo? It’s just a game. There will be other rounds. This is just the first battle. You can still win the war. The next round your father chose, and you know it will be better suited toward your talents.”

  I don’t hear Liesel’s words. They don’t matter.

  All that matters is that Milo is going to fuck Kai, and Kai is going to let him. Did she play me this whole time? Can she touch other people without feeling pain? Because I didn’t think there was any way she was ready to hold another man’s hand, let alone kiss or fuck him.

  “Enzo, are you okay?” Liesel asks.

  No, I’m not okay. Kai is about to fuck another man, and I can’t stop it without getting us all killed. Because if she goes through with this, if she fucks that bastard, I’ll kill them both. I’d rather die than let that bastard fuck her.

  Come back to me, Kai. You’re mine. And I’m not finished fucking you in every way possible. Come back, before he ruins you.

  25

  Kai

  Kissing Milo is torture.

  Every kiss burns my lips, my tongue, my mouth. Pain surges through my body with each slip of his tongue into my mouth. My heart slowly stops, trying to shut him out. My breathing is weak, and my body so cold.

  “Are you cold, baby?” Milo asks.

  Baby. Milo isn’t allowed to call me baby, only Enzo is.

  “A little,” I say, shivering again.

  He grins, his dimples deepening. “Don’t worry; I’m about to warm you up.”

  His lips crash down on me again in a messy, sloppy kiss. He’s been drinking, but I don’t think he’s drunk, just sloppy in comparison to Enzo.

  It shouldn’t make me feel guilty kissing Milo, not when Enzo kissed Liesel, but I do. I don’t want to kiss Milo. I don’t care about winning anymore, only surviving. I need to get off this yacht in one piece.

  But I also want to punish Enzo and make him suffer for kissing Liesel after he fucked me.

  I should be the only woman he kisses.

  And he should be the only man I kiss.

  Dammit, this stupid game.

  Milo presses me hard into a door.

  I wince as he fumbles with the door handle.

  He doesn’t notice my pain. No man other than Enzo ever has.

  Finally, he gets the door unlocked, and we stumble inside.

  I’m uneasy on my feet. The little amount of alcohol I’ve had makes me dizzy and lightheaded.

  Milo shuts the door and panic rises in my chest. We are in a bedroom, his bedroom by the look of it. The bed is large, filling most of the room. There is a mirror on the ceiling and on the wall. How many women has he brought here and fucked? I don’t want to be the next woman. But how do I get out of this now? First, I need to get the damn ring. Because if I leave now, the kissing him will all be for nothing.

  “I could use another drink,” I say, hoping more alcohol in both our systems will result in us passing out before he tries to get me to fuck him.

  “Of course, anything you want,” he grins at me. He locks the door he’s standing in front of, his eyes already undressing me as he walks through a door at the back of the room.

  I’m exhausted. I want to sit on the bed and get the pressure off my aching feet, but I don’t want him to get any ideas that I want to move things to the bed.

  He returns a minute later with champagne and a scotch.

  I shake my head. He didn’t even pay enough attention to me to realize I've been drin
king scotch all night, not champagne.

  “Here you go,” he says holding out the flute glass to me.

  I grab the scotch from his other hand and sip it.

  He smirks at me. “You are the sexiest goddamn woman I’ve ever met.”

  I bat my eyelashes at him, trying to act like I’m turned on by his comment instead of disgusted.

  I can do this. Just seduce him. Get the ring. And then get out before he tries to fuck you.

  I glance around the room as I continue to sip the scotch. He takes my hand, and we sit down on the edge of the bed. I let my eyes drop to the ring again on his pinky finger. The key that will allow me to leave.

  Being sexy will be the easiest way to steal the ring.

  He leans down like he’s going to kiss me on the lips again, but I grab his hand and instead kiss his palm and set my scotch on the floor. He does the same with the champagne glass.

  I kiss him again, and his eyes glue to mine in a heavy terrifying way, because I know what that look means. He’s planning all the ways he wants to fuck me.

  I continue kissing his palm, stalling.

  Do it.

  I take his index finger in my mouth, and suck it like I’m sucking his dick instead of his finger.

  He bites his lip as he holds in a growl from the sensation.

  I force my lips to curl up in a smile as I move to his middle finger.

  I get a small moan as my reward. Disgusting.

  I give the same treatment to his ring finger as I push him hard in the chest making him fall backward on the bed.

  I need to give him everything before I move to the last finger, the one with the ring I need to steal on it. Hopefully, the ring is loose and not tightly squeezing his finger, or I’ll never get it off.

  I keep his finger in my mouth as I force my legs to straddle him until I feel his erection.

  I suck in a breath trying to keep my nerve.

  I can do this. I’m so close.

  But no matter what happens, I can’t. I can’t fuck him. Not even to save my own life.

  I move my mouth to his last finger at the same time I ground my pussy over his dick. I take his pinky finger into my mouth.

  His eyes roll back in his head, and he presses his erection deep inside me.

  I feel sick.

  As I pull my mouth off his finger, I bring the ring with me into my mouth.