Beautiful Lies (Breaking Belles #2) - Alta Hensley Page 0,36

over every inch of her smooth pussy lips. She cried out and pressed into my face as my mouth found her clit.

As a reward for her visible and audible lust, I inserted two fingers into her pussy as I swirled my tongue with the goal to make her cum on my lips.

“Oh my god, Sully…” Her words came out as pants and her legs quivered around me.

“Come for me,” I ordered as I pumped my fingers in deeper. I wanted to do nothing more than to simply give her pleasure.

The submissive side of her instantly complied with my command. Her mewls grew in intensity as she jerked her hips beneath me in a moan of completion.

Before she could fully get her breath back, she said, “I want you inside of me. Now.”

I was never one to take direction from others, but in this case, I would most certainly make an exception. Not wasting another minute, I stood up and positioned her body at the edge of the counter so I could thrust my hard cock inside of her.

As much as I still wanted to be gentle, the animal inside of me escaped the cage.

Over and over, I fucked that tight pussy of hers not ever wanting to stop. The carnal need to merge my body with hers overpowered every other emotion. Her tight muscles constricted around me as she cried out another orgasm. Her body moved with mine, milking me toward my own release.

Never had I truly felt like I belonged in the arms of one particular woman until this moment. Yes, I fucked her with lust and passion, but there was so much more. We were at battle and stationed on the same side. We had a common enemy, a common goal, and a common prize at the end.

Montgomery said we would be a team. He knew exactly what this felt like, and I had chosen at the time to ignore, even fight against it.

But now.

This moment.

I didn’t want to have another soldier beside me except for Portia Collins.

12

Portia

The walls were closing in, causing complete madness.

It was the only way to describe what was occurring between me and Sully. We went from hate to… well, something completely opposite, in a matter of days, hours, even minutes. It was like a yo-yo of emotions, and I didn’t know how to process it. I could only imagine he might be feeling something similar. I most certainly couldn’t read him, or even understand him no matter how hard I tried.

Today… he was weird. Distant, but not mean. We were awkward, but not cold.

I had been in the bathroom getting ready for tonight’s Trial. Neither of us even had a clue as to what it would be since I had been given a sage green dress that reached mid-thigh. It wasn’t slutty, and considering I was usually naked, I was considering it a win. Though who knew in this place. I knew better than to take anything for granted.

“Easy access,” Sully had murmured, running the tips of his fingers underneath the hem and brushing my ass. I shivered, but otherwise chose to ignore the comment rather than snapping back with some witty comeback. I was figuring out I didn’t need to always fight back when it came to him. I much preferred the white flag that waved between us as of late.

As I was applying my lipstick in the bathroom, I heard a knock on the door and then Mrs. Hawthorne’s voice entered the room. I considered leaving the bathroom to greet her but chose to put my ear to the door and spy instead since I could hear she and Sully were already in conversation.

“You need to be nicer to that girl,” she lectured. “She deserves more than being treated like an animal.”

“With all due respect, Mrs. H—”

“That’s the problem, laddie,” she interrupted sharply. “You don’t show anyone any respect at all. I get it. You’re going through a lot with your father’s death and all, and so I’m trying to give you and your poor attitude a long leash before I pull it back in. But don’t think for a second I won’t. Just because you’re a grown man, doesn’t mean I won’t box your ears.”

“My father has nothing to do with my poor attitude.”

I could hear them both clearly, but even so, I wished I could see the standoff between them.

“Your father has everything to do with how you behave, and trying to ignore that fact isn’t doing you any