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Because no, the truth doesn’tchangeanything. Not when your perceptions are already set, your mind made up. Not when the truth can be buried in lies, manufactured to fit an agenda.
The truth becomes little more than a telescope through which you can judge people and situations, but its lens is still foggy and subject to distortion. It’s the lies you have to pay attention to. The secrets that reveal the most.
Pressing my palm into his cheek, I shake my head, reveling in the way my gesture has him brightening, as if a simple acceptance is all it took to revive his soul.
Chapter 21
Kieran
Juliet’s lips form a tight seal around the crown of my dick, sucking hard with a quiet little hum that has my spine vibrating. Her fingers caress my balls, massaging with just the right amount of pressure, and I grip the back of her head, pushing her down farther on my shaft.
“Goddamn, kitten,” I grunt, gritting my teeth around my supernova vision; she takes me to the back of her throat, my tip slipping just past the point of resistance at the base. She gurgles, struggling to breathe as I fit her nose flush with my pelvis, cheeks pinkening as she continues her ministrations. Drool pools out of the sides of her mouth, dribbling down her cheeks to her hair and mattress, and fuck if it’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
She’s a fucking masterpiece, dirtied up just for me; a work of art that deserves to be hung up in my own private Louvre. A mess of pastels and mixed paints, designed as if the universe had me in mind at her creation.
Propping my foot up on the edge of the bed, bending my knee, I shove deeper into her, loving the bulge against the delicate column of her neck. I grip it with one hand, tapping lightly with my palm, loving how she squirms. How she moans, taking her punishment like the good little girl she is; rough and without complaint, getting off on my dominance just as much as I do.
It’s been a few days since she burst into my bedroom unbidden, and in that time, something between us has split wide open. A canyon of bottled emotions and unfathomable darkness, a crack in my armor and a cut in her heart, left to bleed without a tourniquet.
I don’t know what exactly drove her to me that day, who told her the truth about what happened to her father, but I’m fast discovering that I don’t really give two shits, as long as it means I get to have her in my bed at night. That she’s safe here with me while lunatics ravage our small town.
Elia and I have been slowly working our way through a list of men Jace Allen could recall seeing interact with my brother and Finn, but add in the hooded figure that assaulted me in the cemetery to the mix, and our time spent scouring the dark web and the seediest joints in all of King’s Trace feels futile at best.
With both my father and I recovering from bullet wounds, my mother’s ever-worsening health, and the fact that Fiona is entirely oblivious to everything, I feel more tightly wound than ever. Boyd’s working behind the scenes at Ivers International, trying to keep the place afloat in my father’s absence while he fields searches for me, but it doesn’t quite feel like enough.
The weight of Murphy’s sins, his ghost taunting me in whatever hellscape the afterlife takes on, threatens to crush me. Leave me irreparably broken, unable to heal. The collection of bones in my closet serves as a reminder that maybe I don’t deserve to.
My shoulder aches as I lean over Juliet, tasting her sweet cunt while my hips piston into her; swiping my tongue along her hot slit, tasting the mix of arousal and my cum that I’ve started to crave since this dance between us began, I moan against her skin, nuzzling her entrance with my nose.
When I’m with her, though, all the other shit disappears. All I see is her.
“I could fucking eat this pussy for the rest of my life and never get tired of it,” I groan, suckling at her clit, spreading her wide for better access. The sloppy, wet sounds coming from my dick lodged in her throat make me dizzy, and I slide my tongue inside her as my thumb finds her asshole, pushing just the tip in.
She tenses, her cheeks tightening as I inch inward, gliding in and out in time with the way I fuck her throat; long, languid strokes that have her moaning my name.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I tsk, pulling from her cunt and blowing a cool breath over her swollen lips. My palm comes down hard on the fatty flesh above her clit, and she lets out a wail, my dick popping out of her when she throws her head back. I slap her again, then run my tongue over the abused skin, cooling it. “What did you call me?”
Harsh breaths spill from her nose as she moves to take me back into her mouth; I move my hips up, pinning her beneath my knees. My shoulder screams in protest, but I tamp it down, letting the fiery lust for this woman consume me. The way my soul might, if I still had one.
“Kieran,” she groans, her voice hoarse and sultry, making my dick jump. She notices the movement, blue eyes curving upward. But still, I don’t move, and she rolls her eyes, brat in full force as she mocks me. “I’m sorry,daddy. Please let me make it up to you.”
“Oh, you’re fucking going to, kitten. Put my dick in your mouth and suck it all the way down. I want to feel your snot on my skin.”
She obeys, engulfing me fully in a way that makes my body ignite. Gagging only once, she bobs up and down my length, propelling her neck off the bed with ease spurred by adrenaline. Juliet’s an athletic fuck, always willing to do whatever it takes, for however long it takes, to get us both where we want to be.
I try not to think about how many other dicks she’s had in her mouth, how many times she practiced this. Not that I have room to be jealous, but still—an animalistic, primal part of me hates that anyone ever touched her before me, hates that she didn’t know to save herself for me.
It’s unrealistic, but it’s how I feel. And each night that I fuck her into a damn near coma, I make sure she knows those days of others getting a taste of her body are over.
Digging her nails into my ass as I fuck her face harder, I feel her fingers scratch toward the split down my middle. Her teeth scrape the sensitive skin of my shaft, nicking a vein as she swallows and sucks around me, and I feel my balls draw up almost back inside my body, pleasure blinding me as release pounds through me.
I take her clit between my teeth, biting until she convulses, and slide my thumb back in her asshole, loving that she seems to relax into me this time around.
A grunt falls from my lips into her as I feel the tip of her finger press against my ass, probing an area no one else has ever touched. She breaches the tight ring of muscle and I come as if on some kind of timer, detonating at her curiosity.
As she spasms through her orgasm, I shunt myself as far into her throat as I can go; she chokes as I spill into her, licking from tip to thumb as she gets even slicker beneath my chin. She coaxes out the last drops of my cum, making me shudder, and we disentangle, flopping back on the bed without a word.
Our chests rise and fall as I wipe the back of my hand over my mouth, wishing I could keep her taste and scent on me for eternity. That I could pump it into my bloodstream and keep her with me forever.
