Page 47 of Perfect Liar

“Good…you’re still tight for me.”

He moved his fingers in and out of me and circled my clit.

This man tested me. He watched me. He pushed me. He increased the intensity of his touch until it was almost too much.

No thoughts or even simple words formed in my mind.

Pleading for release, I pulled his face to mine and breathed the one word my brain could come up with—his fucking name.

Will smirked against my mouth.

But he didn’t stop. No, instead he put his hand over my mouth and pushed me harder.

I bit into his hand as I climaxed, as my soul shattered into billions of tiny fragments.

“You’re mine, Elle. Mine.”

I was lost in his eyes…lost in the idea that I had willingly become his possession.

“Yours,” I whispered.

He gave that nod, the bow, and kissed me softly.

When he sat upright and stretched, the muscles in his shoulders and back rippled…

And he looked like a fierce lion rising from his den.

I reached for my blouse.

“Leave it,” he ordered.

CHAPTER 14

Nausea crept up on me.

Will had gone to check on Lissie. On his way back, he talked on his phone and winked at me, letting me know she was still soundly sleeping.

“Handle it, Ethan. Do it before we land. I don’t want delays at Gatwick to create risk.”

Panic rushed up my spine.

Were they talking about me?

Will kissed my hand as he sat on the sofa bed, frowned, and then pressed the back of his fingers to my cheek. He disconnected the call with his brother.

“Your skin is on fire, Elle.”

My head spun with dizziness.

“Why do they want me dead? I don’t want anything from them,” I whispered.

More spinning. Buzzing.

My thoughts were random, incoherent, or maybe not. I really didn’t know.

“The Crown doesn’t support this, but we can talk more about it later. You’re quite unwell right now, baby.”

A cold-sweating panic consumed me, and I prattled on.