Tempted by Deception (Deception Trilogy #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,105

with an outsider. Either way, they weren’t doing their tasks and deserve everything that befalls them. You’ll watch every second of it, so when I tell you to talk, you’ll fucking talk.”

A sob tears from her throat. “It’s someone else. Please don’t hurt them.”

Someone else? Someone fucking else? I don’t know why I hoped it was Yan or Boris. If they’d betrayed me, I could’ve dealt with it. It would’ve been even better if she’d overheard them and I could chalk all this up to something trivial.

But someone else is involved? My mind speeds up in a different direction as the worst comes to mind.

Someone. Else.

As in Lia has been meeting someone behind my fucking back.

“Who?”

She shakes her head. “I won’t tell you who he is so you can kill him.”

He.

It’s a fucking he.

Lia has been meeting a motherfucking ‘he’ behind my back.

A red mist covers my vision until it’s nearly impossible to see her through it.

My voice turns deadly calm, hinting at nothing of the raging volcano erupting inside. “Are you protecting him because he’s your lover? Are you cheating on me, Lia?”

She blinks twice, her lips trembling. “If I deny it, you’ll never believe me. You’ll just lock me up and suffocate me more. You’ll kill me slowly, so think what you want, Adrian. Do whatever the fuck you want! You’re using me, anyway, so get on with it.”

“I said, is he your fucking lover?”

She lifts her chin, and all emotions vanish from her face when she says the one word that shatters my world to smithereens, “Yes.”

I slam my fist into the headboard beside her head and shatter it to pieces. Lia remains in place, her face paling and her bright eyes going back to their glassy state.

My hand wraps around her throat, tilting it back and squeezing. “I should kill you right now.”

“Do. It,” she manages. “Dying is better than living with you.”

Her words crash into the marrow of my bones, turning me into a damn fucking beast. A growl slips from my throat, and I’m acting on pure fucking instinct as I rip the nightgown off her. The material turns to shreds and her pink nipples harden while her thighs clench together.

“Did he look at this body, Lia? Did he look at what’s fucking mine?”

She doesn’t say anything, struggling for air as I use my other hand to unbuckle my pants and free my cock.

I’m hard, but it’s with rage, with the need to murder him and punish her. The need to own her whole so she’s mine in every sense of the word.

I’m not an idiot, I know Lia’s never really loved me. It’s evident in the way she’s pulled away from me any chance she gets, how she tried to escape, but I believed she was as devoted to me as I am to her. That she cared enough about the semblance of the family we have.

But she was fucking someone behind my back.

Lia was giving what’s mine to someone else.

Where? How?

The one place I don’t have direct access to Lia is at the shelter. I’m going to find the motherfucker and kill him with a slow death.

“Did you open these legs to another man?” I slap her thighs apart and she gasps in air. “Did you let him look at my cunt?”

Lia is trembling all over, even as her pupils dilate. I give her enough of an opening so she can breathe and she sucks in a long breath through her mouth.

I cup her pussy harshly. “Whose cunt is this?”

“Yours…” she lets out in a small voice as her arousal coats my fingers.

“That’s right, mine. So how fucking dare you give what’s mine to someone else?”

Her mouth is parted, but she says nothing.

“Who’s the only one who gets to fuck you, Lia?”

She stays silent.

“I said, who’s the only one who fucks your cunt?”

“You…”

I hold her thighs down and drive inside her wet heat in one ruthless go. Usually, I’ll let her adjust to my size, but I’m in no state of mind as I pound into her with a wild rhythm that’s meant to punish her, to let her feel how much she’s cut me fucking open.

“This cunt is mine.” I lift her thigh and slap her ass, hard, and she gasps. “This ass is also mine. You belong to me, and I will fuck that fact into you until it’s the only thing you breathe and think about. Next time you even consider letting another man look at you, let alone