The Lies Between Us (The Devil's Dust #4)(45)

“Okay,” I whisper.

Stepping inside of the room, the music suddenly gets louder. I clench my eyes shut, nerves bubbling in my stomach. My shoulder blazes with pain, catching my attention from thoughts of what Lip is doing to Boonie.

“Shit,” I whisper, eyeing the torn flesh.

I go to the small bathroom, the smell of Lip’s shampoo strong. I turn the shower on and undress, taking extra caution around my shoulder. Leaving the water on scalding hot, I rinse off the bite. It f*cking hurts to the point I bite down on my inner cheek as the water pelts against it. After it goes numb, I grab Lip’s shampoo that smells of fresh mint and wash my hair, the scent of him in my hair and all around me causing me to inhale deeply. I can’t get enough. I sit under the showerhead ‘til it runs cold. Glancing at my bite, it looks much better, but swollen as hell.

Stepping out of the shower, I grab the towel hanging up and wrap it around me. It’s still damp from Lip.

Walking out of the bathroom, hoping Lip has a new shirt I can wear because mine is covered in blood, he walks in the door. His body is puffed out, and his hands are balled into fists. He looks like a crazed man.

“Lip?” I mutter. His darkened eyes whip to mine, and I wince in reaction. He steps forward and grabs the towel from my body, yanking it off. He envelops me in his strong arms and plows us to the bed.

He slides his knee between my thighs and bites my bottom lip gently. My body comes alive with such a power I lose my breath. He’s hungry, and for me.

I arch my body into his and tangle my hands into his hair. Looking between Lip’s body and mine, I find small spots of blood.

“Lip, you’re bleeding,” I state, concerned.

Lip pulls his mouth from my neck and shakes his head.

“It ain’t my blood.”

My eyes widen, a little shocked. Did he kill Boonie? I look at the blood again, panic rising in my chest as Lip’s fingers tease my clit. My eyes roll in the back of my head and a small whimper expels from my lips.

I want to stop and demand we shower, but the intense throbbing between my legs says it can wait. The blood on his chest stains my own. The unholy blood of another corrupting what sense of morals I might have buried within me. The sins of the man I am in love with soak deep into my skin, making me the devil’s advocate.

Lip grabs my earlobe with his teeth, and my stomach flutters with a thirst I’m afraid will never be quenched.

“You’re my woman, and no man gets to touch you, let alone taste you,” he snarls, his words sounding possessive. A mewl vibrates in my chest in response. “Only I get to taste you, Cherry,” he whispers, his lips moving against the dip in my throat as he speaks.

“Yes,” I respond.

My fingers grab at the button on his jeans, undoing it quickly. I lift my feet and pull them down his legs. The craving in his eyes, the adrenaline rushing through us, I need to feel him inside of me. Just as his dick springs free, he pushes it through my wetness and plows into me.

“Damn,” he growls, closing his eyes, his jaw clenching. I moan loudly from finally having the contact, arching my neck to where my head is pressing into the mattress. His dick is buried to the hilt, as far it will go. The fit is tight, the feeling of fullness so damn good. He pulls his hips back and pushes forward with haste, and I sigh with pleasure.

The barbell in the head of his cock hits me just right every time he thrusts into me, the bed rocking against the wall loudly with every push of his hips.

“You’re not scared?” Lip pants. I open my eyes and find him staring at me intently—he looks high. His pupils are dilated from the excitement of maiming another human being.

“Losing you scares me more,” I whisper. “I knew the day I climbed on the back of your bike you were my ride to the dark side.”

***

Screams wake me to an upright position. I grab the sheet and pull it over my bare chest. After Lip and I finished our round two, we dropped onto the mattress exhausted. I fell asleep right away.

“Lip!” I yell, shaking him awake.

“What?” he mumbles. He’s lying face-first in a pillow, his bare ass sticking up in the air.

“Someone just screamed really loud,” I whisper.

“Fuck!” Lip jumps out of bed, nearly falling on his face. He grabs a fresh pair of jeans out of the dresser and looks for a shirt. He looks frazzled, which causes me to tense.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening, Lip?”

“I got caught up with you and forgot,” Lip mutters before opening the door and rushing out.

“Forgot?” I climb out of bed, and my thighs ache. I slowly sit myself back down on the bed and smirk. Lip did warn me that I wouldn’t be able to walk today. Glancing down at myself, I notice I need to shower again. Lip transferred blood onto me, and now that I’m not high on lust, I need to clean it off. Now!

I turn the water on and quickly clean up. I want to see what’s going on, but a part of me doesn’t. I rinse any trace of blood off, and wash my hair in record time. I towel dry and head to Lip’s closet for something clean. I find a gray Devil’s Dust shirt and put it on, with my shorts from yesterday. Throwing my hair up into a messy bun, I slowly open the door.

The music is turned off, but I don’t see anybody. I tiptoe out of the room, scared of what I may see. I step over the panties and cups and find a large puddle of blood sitting under a chair in the middle of the common area. I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth.