❝Are you done acting like you care?❞ Tristan's jaw clenches so hard that for a second I'm actually afraid his teeth will disintegrate. ❝I'll ask one more time. Where. Were. You. Last. Night.❞ I lift my chin, wishing the raw command in his voice didn't have me damn near shaking. ❝You really wanna know? Fine, then. I was at Isaac's with his face between my legs getting me to moan his name for hours.❞ And he snaps. My hips are grabbed roughly by big warm hands- hands that teased and touched and caressed every inch of my body just a few days ago- and I'm being shoved up against the closed door of my bedroom. Tristan's blue eyes practically gleam with rage and a muscle in his jaw twitches furiously as he glowers down at me. Yeah, this was not good. This was not good at all. How dare he pin me against a door like a caveman and interrogate me about my whereabouts in my own home? At least... that's what I told myself as I felt my breaths turn shallow and my thighs slowly clench together. {𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮} 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #2 in vulnerable #6 in conflict #12 in jealousy #17 in steamy #19 in chicklit #29 in collegeromance #60 in eroticromance #69 in newyork ⚠ mature language & sexual scenes ⚠

❝Aw, you're so pretty when you lie,❞ Alyssa gushes mockingly, condescending malice dripping from her tone. A devious smirk tips up a side of Vincent's full lips that were still swollen from kissing her yesterday, ❝Hmm, am I now? If that's the case then I guess I'll keep on lying to you.❞ The assassin's breath hitches when he saunters closer, backing her up against the wall of their shared hotel room. ❝What... what do you mean?❞ She fucking hates that her voice comes out all pathetically breathless. What she hates even more is that every single nerve, every cell in my body comes roaring to life at the feel of his warm callused hand leisurely inching up her inner thigh. Because no matter how much she liked to deny it, she only ever felt like she was truly living when his hands, his mouth, his touch was on her. ❝I'll lie to you, Alyssa. Since you say I'm so pretty when doing so.❞ She swallows thickly, trying her best to appear unfazed. ❝Go on then. Lie. It's what you're best at after all.❞ ❝I don't want to kiss you.❞ He cups her face and the pad of his thumb drags her soft bottom lip to the side. ❝I really don't want to taste and see whether you're as sweet as I remember.❞ Alyssa inhales sharply at the reminder and then again when she feels his other hand lightly trace down the center seam of her lace panties. ❝And I sure as hell don't want to fuck you up against this wall.❞ {𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮} 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 #23 in spying #133 in mobboss #293 in eroticromance #305 in steamy #411 in mafiaprincess #653 in assassin ⚠ mature language & sexual scenes ⚠