Page 17 of Carrying Your Lies


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I choke on the air.

He grins. “Yeah, I’d choke you just like that.”

I look around to see if anyone overheard. When I face him again, I smirk. “I don’t think you’ve got the equipment for that, sunshine.”

He steps towards me. “Why don’t you check?”

I peer down to his crotch and raise my brow. “And what do I get in return?”

He shrugs. “A drink. You like to swallow, right?”

My mouth hangs open at his brazenness. “Give me the drink,” I deadpan.

“Open your mouth,” he orders.

“I’m not sucking your dick.”

He chuckles. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

Like a fool, I widen my mouth. He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back. He unscrews the drink and pours a small amount into my mouth. I greedily swallow the liquid. My body has craved the taste of alcohol over the past five months.

“Such a good girl swallowing it without gagging.”

The soft tone of his praise has me clenching my thighs. “I want more.”

His devilish smile adds to the throbbing in my core. He takes a swig from the bottle. “More what, sweetheart?”

I look down at his crotch, and the slight bulge tells me how erotic he also finds this. “Whatever you’re having.”

He nods. “Open your mouth.”

I tilt my head back and open again. He takes another mouthful before wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulls me flush against his body so I can feel how much he’s enjoying this. Instead of pouring it from the bottle like last time, he hovers his mouth over mine. The vodka comes out in a slow stream from between his lips into my mouth.

Once emptied, he steps back and watches as I hold the liquid in my mouth. “Swallow.”

In one swift movement, I gulp it down. “Satisfied?”

The groan that emits from him is low. “Not even close.”

I step up to him. My heels give me enough height advantage that my lips come just under his ear. “I can make itrainfor you, sunshine.”

“And I’ll break your sweet heart,” he warns.

He thinks I want a relationship withhim? He couldn’t be more wrong.

I take a step back. “Who said I’m offering my heart?”

He straightens his suit jacket. “I’m a man of business. What is your offer, sweetheart?”

I look over at Xavier as I remember theno-sexclause. He catches me watching and glances over. I look at Huxley. “One time. Never discuss it again.”

This time, he’s looking at Xavier. He seems lost in his thoughts before he shakes his head. “No deal. Better luck next time.” He walks away without saying anything more.

The hum of the engine fills the silence in the car. Xavier was kind enough to offer me a ride home after refusing to let me catch the underground this late into the night. My dreams of leaving after an hour vanished when Emery refused to let me go. By the night’s end, she was too intoxicated to know left from right. I sat alone in the kitchen while he put his wife to bed.

“My apologies for Emery’s behaviour earlier.” He sounds as uncomfortable as I feel at the memory.

I offer him a reassuring smile. “It’s fine.”

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