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

My body readies for the impact and my limbs shake uncontrollably as erotic sounds leave my lips.

Just when the orgasm is about to hit me, Adrian removes his fingers and his mouth, leaving me panting.

My lips tingle, feeling bruised, and my chest rises and falls hard as I stare at him.

He quickly unbuckles his pants and frees his rock-hard cock. I release a needy moan when he effortlessly lifts me up with one hand, urging me to wrap my legs around him.

I do, because I need the orgasm he didn’t give me just now. Adrian is usually about giving before he takes, but this is supposed to be a punishment, so he won’t give me that pleasure easily.

He thrusts inside me, reawakening the buildup from earlier. His pace is harsh and long, meant to hit as deep as he can go.

With my wrists above my head, I’m completely at his mercy, and right now, he doesn’t seem like he has any to spare.

Tingles still erupt at my walls with each delicious plunge, his groin hitting my swollen clit.

Pleasure deepens and mounts until all I can hear is the sound of the slaps of flesh against flesh and my desperate sobs for more.

I’m close, so…close.

“Tell me you love me,” he rasps.

“No…” My voice trembles.

“Say it, Lia.”

“N-no.”

His pace slows down and I nearly cry from frustration. He can’t possibly do this to me now.

“Adrian…don’t…”

His gray eyes are the harshest I’ve seen in a while, like a storm at the point of erupting. “Say the fucking words, Lia.”

“I hate you,” I sob, moving my hips to keep the friction.

“If you don’t say them, I will leave you hot and bothered right here and now.”

His pace slows further until he’s barely moving inside me.

“Adrian…”

“Say. It.”

My walls crumble and I hate myself at this moment and I hate him. Because he made me feel this way and he’s using it against me.

But most of all, I hate that I fell so deep that I couldn’t find a way out even if I wanted to, even if having these feelings hurt.

“I love you,” I whisper between sniffles.

Adrian’s pace picks up almost instantly, driving into me with a deeper rhythm that steals my breath. He pulls all the way out, then thrusts back in as he teases my clit. “Again.”

“I love you…” Stars form behind my lids as violent as the words out of my mouth. “I love you, Adrian…”

The orgasm isn’t only strong, it’s unending, going on for so long that I’m crying, tears rolling down my cheeks and chin.

Adrian slams his lips to mine while he powers harder and faster until he finds his own release. My eyelids droop as his hot cum soaks my inner walls.

He doesn’t stop devouring my mouth and mixing his blood with my tears and our saliva. His tongue implores mine, his fingers digging harder into the soft flesh of my wrists as he consumes me, kissing me as hard as he fucks me.

By the time he wrenches his mouth from mine, releasing my wrists and pulling out of me, I’m so dazed that I momentarily forget where the hell I am or what just happened.

It isn’t until my quivering legs touch the ground that everything comes back to me.

I asked him to open up and he didn’t only refuse, but he brutally showed me that he never will.

Adrian grabs some tissues and starts to wipe my thighs. I slap his hand away, fresh tears springing to my eyes.

“Lia…”

“You’re so cruel, Adrian.”

“I’m cruel for making you admit what you feel?”

“No, you’re cruel for using it against me.” I lift my chin. “You’re not allowed to touch me unless you’re ready to let go.”

His jaw clenches. “You’re my wife and I will touch you whenever I fucking please.”

“Not unless you’re ready to force me.”

And with that, I turn around and head to the door, thankful that my legs don’t give out on me.

I head straight outside, wanting to go home. A few guards are scattered around the property and I do my best to avoid them so they don’t see my tears. Once I’m in the parking lot, I pull out my phone to call Yan.

As I do, I wipe my tears with the back of my hand, but they keep multiplying.

“Come on, Yan. Pick up.” I really don’t want to go home with Adrian right now.

I’m heading in the direction of our car when something cold presses to my side.

“Long time no see, Duchess.”





33





Adrian





I remain standing in the room for a moment after Lia leaves.

Harsh breaths burn my lungs on their way out, even when I try to slow them down.

My movements are jerky as I tuck myself in and buckle my pants.

Did I go too far?

I probably did. I tend to lose my sense of time and space when it comes to Lia. Not to mention everything that happened tonight from Sergei and Vladimir to Lazlo leaving me on edge.

The thought of her being in her father’s company all that time didn’t sit right with me. It still doesn’t.

Not only will that put her in danger, but she’ll also be in his entourage all of the time, considering she’s his only daughter. Those who have or discover their children when they’re old tend to protect them with their lives. That’s the case with Sergei and Anastasia. He had her in his forties, and while he brought her up the brotherhood way, he would never inflict its punishments on her.