Consumed by Deception (Deception Trilogy #3) by Rina Kent

I pull out of her with an animalistic groan, even though my dick is so hard, it’s fucking painful.

Lia licks her lips, her fingers pausing as disappointment etches across her delicate features. “Why did you stop?”

I grab her, lift her up, and throw her on the bed. She lands on her back with a delighted squeal as I yank her skirt to her waist.

She bites her lower lip, lust and something similar to adoration shining in her eyes. “Is it time for my punishment?”

“I have something else in mind.” I don’t bother with removing her panties and, instead, rip them against her swollen pussy. She makes this startled, seductive sound whenever I do that and I had made it my mission to hear it whenever possible.

Lia opens her legs and I slide inside her with an ease I’ve never experienced before. She arches off the bed, the soles of her feet digging into the backs of my thighs.

My pace remains slow, unhurried, as I drive into her tight heat. She’s always felt like home, the one I think about going back to whenever I’m away from it.

“Oh, Adrian…” Her lips remain parted with no more words coming out, only moans, while I take my time powering into her body with deep, long thrusts. I roll my hips, letting her feel every stroke, every touch.

Every sliver of connection.

My hands are all over her, squeezing, grabbing. My lips find her tender ones, kissing her with the same rhythm of my thrusts, then I’m sucking on her neck, finding my way to her shirt and removing it with one hand so I can feast on her tight nipples.

“Adrian…oh, God…” She pants, holding on to me while she throbs around me, then cries out, her muscles milking me as she comes undone.

Her soft moans and sexy, throaty sounds echo in the air, luring my own orgasm. The rush is hard and potent and it takes everything I have to make it last.

I come inside her the longest I ever have, my blood rushing to where we’re connected. My groans reverberate around us as spurts of my cum fill her and drip all over her cunt.

My wife is the only woman who’s ever made me feel out of my mind with an animalistic sense of pleasure. One so carnal, I don’t ever want it to end.

But it’s not only pleasure that beats under my skin whenever I’m inside her.

It’s something deeper, darker, and would freak her out if I ever found the words to voice it.

Lia wraps her arms around my neck and smashes her lips to mine, kissing me with a desperation that flows in my blood and reaches into my fucking bones.

“I love you,” she whispers against my mouth, her breath stuttering. “I love you so much, Adrian.”

I groan, her words hardening my dick all over again as if I didn’t just empty myself inside her.

Before I can act on that or sort out my own words, she smiles a little, her breathing evening out and her lids closing. Then a tear escapes one as she falls asleep. I kiss it away, tasting the salt and her unsaid words.

I pull her to me and she snuggles into my hold, sighing when I cover us both.

We sleep wrapped around one another so tight, she’s the only thing I breathe. She smells of roses and sex and belonging.

Lia is the only person I’ve ever wanted to belong to me, no matter how illogical and impossible that is.





A tap on the door pulls me from sleep’s clutches.

I check the clock on the nightstand to find it’s only six in the morning. Lia is sprawled all over my chest, breathing against my skin.

Another knock comes before Kolya’s voice surges through. “Emergency, Boss.”

Sleep immediately leaves my brain as I slowly ease my wife to her back and cover her. Kolya isn’t the type who would call a situation an emergency unless things are indeed getting out of control.

I pull on a pair of pants and a shirt, which I don’t bother buttoning as I step out of the room, closing the door behind me.

My second-in-command stands in the hallway, his eyes bloodshot and a frown etched between his brows. He’s in barely put together army fatigues, which means he was also urged out of sleep.

“What is it, Kolya?”

“Sergei is demanding your immediate return.”

“What for?”

“Vladimir.” Kolya runs an agitated hand through his blond hair. “He brought forward evidence that you’re behind Richard’s death.”

“What type of evidence?”

“I don’t know, but it’s strong enough that Sergei and the others are livid. They’ve been calling me non-stop the past hour since they couldn’t get a hold of you.”

If they’re putting their weight into this, it’s definitely serious.

“Prepare to leave.”

“Boss, no. You have to stall until you find something to counter their accusations. Staying here for a bit longer will placate their anger.”

“Or make it worse. Sergei will think I’m guilty.”

“You are guilty, Boss. You shouldn’t have killed Richard.”

“He touched Lia. I would kill him a thousand times over if I got the chance to repeat it.”

He runs his hand through his hair again. “There’s something else.”

“What now?”

“Mrs. Volkov might not be what we’ve thought all along.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Since Yan was drunk last night, I managed to make him talk.”