Fated Lies (Lies #3) - Ella Miles Page 0,30

hate. Phoenix. Waylon. That stupid game. Our pride.

There will be no interruptions this time—no one to stop us. I don’t care who is holding us captive. I won’t let them stop us. Nothing can stop me from claiming another part of Liesel that has always been mine.

I devour her lips with everything that I have, ensuring I remember every second, every touch, every warmth of her lips as I kiss her. No one will interrupt us this time, but that doesn’t change our future, our destiny. It doesn’t mean we will end up together. It doesn’t mean our fate has changed. I learned that a long time ago.

I tangle my hand in her hair as I tilt her head back to give me access to her neck. I kiss every inch of her skin and am rewarded with the softest whimpers of pleasure.

Liesel still has her shell up. I’m going to have to do more to break through than just a few kisses. And I’m going to enjoy every moment of persuading her to lower her guard for me, even if it’s just for a moment.

As I kiss down her neck, I instinctively grab the zipper of her jacket. I pull it down to give me access to more of her skin and start kissing down her collarbone before I get a glimpse of her bruises again.

I stop mid-kiss.

“Don’t stop,” Liesel breathes. “Not if the world is on fire. Please, don’t stop.”

That’s all I need.

I know I have to be careful, gentle with her, so I don’t hurt her. I know she’s still going to want control as much as I will need her to give up all of the power to me. But most importantly, I will make her scream my name so loudly that the men who hold us captive will want to check on us to see what happened.

Carefully, I tilt her back sideways in my arms as I resume kissing her collarbone and then down over the curve of her breast, encased with the black fabric of her bra.

She takes slow, shallow breaths, and I can only hear the hint of labored breathing that still consumes her pain.

I run my hands over her arms until I remove the leather jacket from her body. I roll it up and then place it behind her head as I lay her back on the floor.

She shivers as the cool floor hits her back.

I grin as I kiss her and feel her warming beneath my body hovering over hers.

“More,” she breathes when I try to pull away.

“So bossy.” I kiss her again and again and again. I could kiss her forever. But the rest of her body is calling me.

As gently as I can, I run my hand down the front of her body until I hit her bra. I push it up until I find the mound of her right nipple, then I circle my thumb over the nub, making it harden beneath my touch.

“Suck it,” she says.

I grin against her lips. That was my plan, but I need her to give me some amount of control if I’m going to be able to take her mind away from the pain she’s feeling.

I place my finger against her lips as I lower my head to her nipple. “Suck,” I command as I push my finger between her lips.

I hover over her nipple, almost giving in to her order but not doing it until she gives in to mine. Her lips wrap around my fingers, and the gasp that leaves my mouth rattles through my body. I try to hide my reaction by taking her nipple into her mouth.

I try to focus on how supple her nipple is, how incredible it is to be the one making her whimper. But all I can think about is how much of a mistake it was to have her suck my fingers, because now my cock is rock hard and jealous.

She grins around my fingers, knowing the exact reaction she’s provoking in me. I pull my fingers from her mouth, and then I swirl them around her other nipple. She cries out in pleasure from my touch.

My eyes rake down her body, watching her every reaction. Goosebumps are all over her arms and stomach. She’s still cold.

I want to press my body over hers to keep her warm, but I don’t want to hurt her.

Liesel sees the hesitation in my eyes.

“Don’t hold back.”

I groan. I want to do as she says, but she