Liars Like Us (Morally Gray Book 1)

I sense him before I see him, the way a storm brewing in the atmosphere can be felt long before the first drop of rain ever hits your face. I’m not sure if that’s what wakes me up, but when I open my eyes to the darkness of the guest room, everything is still and quiet.

So quiet, the beating of my heart seems loud.

The air crackles with electricity. Some animal awareness deep in my brain warns me that danger is nearby. When I turn my head, I see Callum in the doorway of the room.

Silhouetted in light from the hallway, he stands motionless, his hands by his sides, his legs spread apart. He’s barefoot and bare chested, wearing only a pair of jeans. His face is obscured by shadows, but I know he’s looking at me.

I’m lying on top of the sheets in a thin cotton camisole and panties, my arms and legs exposed.

For a moment, nothing happens. Neither of us moves. I’m still in that hazy dream state between sleep and waking and am not entirely sure he isn’t a figment of my imagination.

Then he steps into the room and an electrical current sizzles through me, alighting every nerve.

Quiet as a panther, he moves closer.

He stops beside the bed and gazes silently down at me.

Even in the shadows, the bulge under his zipper is unmistakable.

“You’re back,” I whisper nervously.

“So it seems.”

He leans over, plants a hand on the mattress beside my head, and settles his other hand possessively around my neck. Staring down at me, his dark eyes glint silver in the shadows, like a cat’s.

Trembling now, I wrap both hands around his thick forearm and stare up at him in growing anxiety. I want to say something, but I don’t know what. The words are trapped in my throat.

But words become unnecessary when he leans down and kisses me.

He takes my lower lip between his teeth and bites it. Then he licks the sting away and kisses me again, this time until I’m breathless, squirming, and starting to sweat. My pulse is going wild now, thudding hard against my rib cage. My breathing is fast and shallow. My skin prickles with heat.

Sliding his hand from my neck down to my chest, he cups one of my breasts. When he breaks the kiss to suck on my rigid nipple right through my camisole, I gasp.

Then he bites it.

The pleasure is intense. The moan I make is loud and involuntary.

Kneeling next to the bed, he pulls up my camisole and drags his cheek over my chest, nuzzling my bare flesh with his beard, then his mouth. As I pant and cling to his shoulders, he sucks each of my nipples until they ache.

Then he slides his hand down my belly and between my thighs. He squeezes my pussy through my underwear, drawing another gasp from my lips.

“My sweet wife. You’re already soaking wet for me.”

His voice is so soft, but also hot and dark, with a thrilling edge to it.

I’ve never been this sexually aroused in my life.

I whisper, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Oh, but we really should.”

“I—I don’t want to.”

His voice hardens. “What did I tell you about lying to me?”

Pushing my thighs apart, he gives me a sharp, stinging slap between my legs.

I jerk and cry out in surprise, then lie there panting and disoriented as throbbing hot waves of pleasure spread throughout my body. Nose to nose, we stare at each other. His blazing eyes dare me to say I didn’t like it, but I don’t.

Because I did like it.

But this is the man I married for money, and I’m the girl he married for his inheritance. We shouldn’t be muddying the waters like this.

Except I really want to.

Very softly, he says, “You need to learn to be my good girl. And your first lesson is in manners.”

“You know manners aren’t exactly my strong suit.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Not even a little bit.”

He chuckles. “Another lie. You’d have already screamed for help and gouged my eyes out if you thought you were in danger.”

Trembling all over, I lick my lips and gaze up into his eyes. “I’m…I’m scared.”

“No, you’re not. You’re excited.”

He waits for me to deny it, but I don’t. The evidence is too obvious. I’ve already started rocking my hips against his hand, desperate for him to shove his fingers inside me.

There’s just something about this man. He’s so damned attractive. I’ve never met anyone with such incredible magnetism.

He slides his other hand under the back of my neck and squeezes. “Say it, Emery. I want to hear the words.”

Hyperventilating, I close my eyes and whisper, “Yes. I’m excited.”

“Good girl.”

As a reward, he softly strokes his thumb back and forth over my aching clit, petting me through my wet panties. He gives me that and nothing more, until I start restlessly moving my legs in the sheets, desperate to feel his mouth between my thighs.

He croons, “I know, baby. I know what you want. And as soon as you ask me properly, I’ll feast on this pretty wet cunt, then fuck it. If you’re a good girl and you ask very nicely, I’ll spank your sweet ass, then fuck that too.”

My pulse is flying. My entire body is shaking. I can’t catch my breath. I’ve never had a man speak to me so explicitly, so I had no idea how arousing it would be.

I can’t risk getting emotionally involved with him! I should be telling him to get lost! I should be doing anything other than lying here writhing in the bedsheets and letting him manipulate my body!

Attempting logic, I say, “What if we did it only once? To get it out of our systems.”

“Everyone knows that doesn’t work. Now ask me for what you want. And say please. You have five seconds.”

His hands are hot on my flesh. His breath is warm in my ear. His husky voice just might be the death of me. He smells like pure masculinity—skin and sex, heat and power—and I’m so turned on, I can hardly think straight.

“Five.”

I whisper nervously, “We should talk about this.”

“Four.”

“Like set some boundaries or something?”

“Three.”

“I just…I just don’t want things to get complicated, you know what I mean?”

Staring hungrily at my mouth, he growls, “Two.”

“Okay, fine! I want you to fuck me, all right? Please fuck me.”

His grin is devilish. “You sure? I don’t want you accusing me of pressuring you when you wake up sore and bruised with my handprints on your ass and my cum all over you.”

This asshole. He’s rubbing my yes in my face for his own amusement.

“Have I told you lately that I can’t stand you?”

“Yes, baby. But we both know you’re a liar.”

He kisses me like I’ve never been kissed in my entire life. It’s devouring and all-consuming, an undeniable claim. Ten seconds in, I think I feel my soul leave my body.

Then he rips off my panties, shoves my legs apart, and falls on my pussy like he’s been starving for it.

Shocked at the feel of his hot mouth, I cry out and dig my nails into his shoulder. He licks my clit furiously, strumming his thick tongue back and forth until I moan. Then he slides two fingers inside me and finger fucks me, plunging his fingers deep while he sucks hard on my clit.

I buck against his mouth like a madwoman. “Oh God, yes, that feels so good.”

He reaches up and pulls on my hard nipple, then gives my breast a stinging slap.

I can no longer speak, so I moan my approval.

He keeps going until my clit throbs, my uterus contracts, and my back arches off the bed. I orgasm in his mouth, clawing his shoulder and groaning.

He holds me down with a hand flattened over my belly as I come hard, jerking and grinding my pussy into his face. Then he straightens and rains down a series of brisk slaps on my pulsating clit.

“Come for me, baby. Let the whole city hear who you belong to.”

I scream his name.

He growls, “That’s my good fucking girl. Now ask me to spank your ass.”

When I do, he flips me over and spanks me, going back and forth between each cheek as I grind my pelvis into the bed.

Sobbing, I clench the sheets in my fists. He stops spanking me suddenly to push his fingers inside me again, hissing in approval when he feels how wet I am.

He demands, “You want my cock in that dripping cunt, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes!”

“Say please.”

“Please! Pretty please! Hurry! I need you to fuck me!”

Hearing me beg like that drives him crazy. He quickly positions himself behind me, drags me to my knees, and rips open his fly. Gripping my hip in one hand, he uses the other to drag the head of his hard cock back and forth through my wetness until it’s slippery. Then he grabs my other hip and shoves it deep inside, filling me.

I cry out his name.

“Yes, wife. I own you now. You’re mine. Now take my dick like a good girl and maybe I’ll let you suck me off when I’m ready to come.”

Delirious, I squeeze my eyes shut as he starts to pound into me, unforgivingly hard.

Wetness slips down my inner thighs. His husky grunts of pleasure fill my ears. I feel high and unstable, a kite caught in a tornado.

He fucks me until I’m moaning loudly, on the verge of another orgasm. Then he sits back onto his heels, taking me with him with an arm wrapped around my body.

I drop my head back so it rests on his shoulder. Holding my back against his chest with my thighs spread open over his, he puts his mouth next to my ear.

His voice gravelly with lust, he says, “This belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

He reaches around and down between my legs, sliding his fingers around the place he’s sunk inside me.

I whimper.

Flexing his hips so his hard cock is seated fully inside me, he whispers, “Tell me it’s mine, and I’ll let you come again.”

His thumb glides over my clit. My core contracts around him. I jerk, moaning. My nipples are hard and aching, and I can’t catch my breath. I tilt my hips back, desperate for him to start thrusting again.

“So fucking perfect. This perfect cunt belongs to me, doesn’t it, baby? Say it.”

I whisper, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, it belongs to you. All of me belongs to you.”

I hardly know what I’m saying, but it pleases him so much, he shivers.

Stroking my clit with the pads of two fingers, he thrusts into me again. I reach up and around the back of his head, digging my fingers into his hair. When I turn my face toward his, he takes my mouth in a deep, dominant kiss.

He’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

This is so good, but also so, so bad. I should’ve known he’d feel like this. I should’ve known we’d fit together this way. From the first time he walked into my store and our eyes met, I felt the chemistry between us.

I wanted him before I even knew his name.

He thrusts into me again and again, fondling my swollen clit. The open zipper of his jeans bites into my tender, throbbing ass with every motion of his hips. He moves his other hand up my ribs and squeezes my breast, then pinches my nipple.

“Ah!” I shudder in pleasure and beg him to do it again.

He pants, “Fuck, baby. You’re even better than I imagined. You’re everything I dreamed.”

His words are rough. His breathing is rougher. He’s getting close to losing control. He thrusts hard a few more times, then curses.

“On your hands and knees. Get ready to open that pretty mouth for me.”

He releases me, withdraws, and stands at the edge of the bed. Panting, I move to face him. He gathers a fistful of my hair and grips his erection in his other hand, pulling me closer to it.

He growls, “Now suck and swallow. And don’t you spill one fucking drop of my cum, you understand me?”

Flexing his hips, he shoves his thick cock past my lips.

I take it eagerly into my mouth, using one hand to balance on the bed. The other I wrap around his shaft. I suck, lick, and stroke him until his guttural groans fill the room.

Gripping my head in both hands now, he whispers raggedly, “Here I come, baby. Ah, fuck, here I come.”

Jerking and cursing, he spills himself in hot pulses onto my tongue. I swallow, eyes watering as I struggle to breathe through my nose and accommodate his girth without gagging.

When his twitching and cursing are over and he’s gazing down at me with lowered lids, his chest heaving, he slides a hand down to my neck and squeezes.

Gaze locked to mine, he exhales deeply, then whispers, “Perfect.”

I’m unsurprised that his simple praise sends an involuntary shudder of pleasure though my body. It’s why I’ve been so resistant to this. Why I wanted our relationship to be purely business, an emotionless transaction we’d both emerge from unscathed.

But now it’s too late. We touched the fire. There’s no going back from here.

The tragedy of it all is that I already know this man will ruin me, but even that isn’t enough to make me want to save myself.

Now, I just want to jump into the flames and burn.