All The Truths (Lies & Truths Duet #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,31
fucking wanted it.
A gasp falls from her lips as her gaze lands on mine. Those ocean-deep eyes, those eyes that could drown people with a look.
When I was a teenager, I yearned to own those eyes, to trap them somewhere and have them only look at me. Years later, nothing has changed, only now, I’m more forthcoming about my methods.
“W-what are you doing here?” She freezes and looks down at herself before her cheeks turn crimson.
Fuck me and the way she blushes. No one can fake that, not even Reina’s level of conniving manipulation.
I raise an eyebrow. “Did you think I’d ask you to move out if I didn’t plan to join?”
“Well, I thought you’d tell me first.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as if she’s self-aware.
That’s what I like about this new version of her—she’s more real, human.
Breakable.
This Reina isn’t scared of showing her emotions, unlike the old one who did everything to smother them—even if it meant hurting herself and everyone around her to achieve it.
Her world was a constant battle of being a robot, being reactionless and blank. Maybe that’s why she’s now having these moments where she just breaks, letting the outside world crack her armor.
This Reina doesn’t remember why she needed to hide her emotions, and as a result, she’s more genuine.
More…fun.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” I ask.
“Well, obviously.” She peeks at me through her lashes. “How long do you intend to stay?”
“As long as I please.” I have all my stuff in my car and will bring it up later.
I’m not leaving Reina this time. I made that mistake before and she decided to escape. If I had been here beside her or even tormenting her, she wouldn’t have thought of that option.
She wouldn’t have been attacked by a monster that night.
“Whatever.” She huffs. “Can you leave the room?”
“Why?”
“I have to change, dude.”
Dude. Seriously, sometimes she’s an entirely different person altogether.
My lips twitch in a small smile. “No.”
“No?”
“It’s not anything I haven’t seen before.”
She nibbles on her lower lip, her face turning an adorable shade of red. “Fine, I’ll change elsewhere.”
“That’s not how it works, prom queen.” I tilt my head to the side. “We have something to settle.”
Her brows furrow.
“I gave you two days to move, and they have turned into three.”
Apprehension fills her gaze as her breath hitches, no idea whether it’s with excitement or fear.
Knowing Reina, it’s probably both.
I wasn’t sure before, but now I am. “You did it on purpose.”
Her only reply is to rub her foot on her other leg’s calf.
That’s all the answer I need.
“Come here.” My order is loud and firm. It works, too, since her movements freeze.
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