All The Truths (Lies & Truths Duet #2) by Rina Kent

She stares at me with caution, but the spark doesn’t disappear as she slowly asks, “Why?”

“When I order, you obey, remember?”

Slowly, she approaches me. The heavy rise and fall of her tits distracts me from everything else until my gaze trails to the demure movements of her toned legs. Those legs were made to wrap around my waist as I thrust in and out of her hot pussy.

She stops in front of me, filling my space with the scent of her shower gel, lilac and something else that’s entirely hers.

She’s Reina, the only Reina I’ve ever known.

“Now what?” she whispers, her breathing hitching on the last word.

“Shhh.” I lean back on my hands. “Don’t talk.”

She watches the movement of my hands as if she’s a prisoner and they’re her wardens. If anything, she appears disappointed I’m not using them.

“Do you want me to touch you, Reina?” My voice drops in range.

She bites on her inner cheek but says nothing.

“Answer me or nothing happens.”

“I…” She breaks eye contact and focuses on her toes, which are curled in the plush carpet. When she speaks, her voice is barely audible. “I do.”

“I didn’t hear that.” I soak in her reaction as I continue, “Now, look at me and say it again.”

She swallows so hard I hear it as she slowly lifts her head. Her eyelids lower as she says, “I do.”

“Too bad you don’t deserve it.” My gaze trails up her legs, her perky tits, and her damp neck until I reach her face. “You think it’s fun to defy me, prom queen?”

“N-no?”

“Why did that come out as a question?”

“I don’t know.” She’s breathing harshly, and judging by the death grip she keeps on her towel, she’s turned on but doesn’t like to show it.

“Drop the towel.”

She sucks in a harsh breath as her gaze meets mine. There are a thousand questions in those blue eyes.

Why are you doing this? Aren’t you supposed to hate me?

Just like her, I have no answer, because that’s the problem with Reina.

I keep coming back to her whether I like to or not. She has me under some black magic. It’s in the way she looks at me like she never looks at anyone else.

Like I’m her one and only.

“This is so fucked up,” she murmurs, as if translating my thoughts.

“That we are.” I motion at her hand. “Now, drop the towel. I won’t repeat myself another time.”

I can feel her giving in before I see it. Another thing about this Reina? She lives in the moment no matter what her brain tells her.

She removes her hand, and the towel slides down her body before pooling at her feet.

Fuck me.

I’ve never liked looking at a naked woman as much as I love watching Reina.

The slender line of her waist, her hips that were made for my hands, her smooth pussy that’s begging for my cock inside it.

My gaze trails up. Her nipples harden under my scrutiny, seducing me closer. It’s a blasphemy not to touch her when she’s right here.

All mine.

Her tits are heavy and ready for my tongue and lips, or better yet, they could use my cock between them as she held them for me.

One day.

I have so many plans for her body. It was made for me. All of it.

I capture her heavy-lidded eyes with mine. Another thing about her that’s never changed—whenever she’s aroused, Reina barely manages to keep her eyes open.

It’s like she’s fighting herself to remain in the moment.

“How should I punish you now?”

“P-punish?” Her voice is spooked, but her features say something entirely different.

Excitement, thrill.

She can barely stay still with the building anticipation, fidgeting and curling both hands around each other.

“You defied me. I don’t care for being defied. So yes, Reina, you have to be punished.”

Her gaze strays ahead for a second as she sucks on the inside of her cheek. Reina always had a fucked-up type of sex appeal that attracted all the motherfuckers in her vicinity. I know because I always fought the urge to rip their eyes out for looking at her.

And yes, I may have beaten some up.

However, she’s emanating a different type of sex appeal now. My cock becomes rock fucking hard the more I soak in her uncertainty and subtle innocence.

She notices it when she focuses back on me, and just like that, she drops to her knees between my parted legs.

The view from the top is surreal. Reina, naked and submissive, kneeling between my legs.

I’ll never get used to this.

It was unreal the first time she did it, and it still is now.

I hide my sick pleasure as her flustered fingers undo the button of my jeans. It takes her longer than needed in her eagerness and my cock nearly bursts out of its confines every time her long fingers brush over my erection.

She finally manages to grab my dick with both her slender, tiny hands. I groan as she strokes from the bottom to the top.

The thought that she could’ve done this with another man makes my bloodstream hot red.

She’s mine.

Fucking mine.

And no one touches her but me.

“What are you doing, Reina?” My voice is hoarser than usual.

“You said you’re going to punish me.” She licks the crown of my cock, making sure to gather all the pre-cum on her tongue, and I groan like a fucking animal.