Lust Ridden Liar | On Hold

❝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.❞

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