Page 8 of Truth Revealed

Apparently unconcerned, Misery chose that moment to circle his hips, which pulled a rather enthusiastic moan from her lips. Daria silenced it with a hand over her mouth and glared daggers at her dark demon. How embarrassing.

But then they both paused as a strangled sound came from the other side of the door, and then the footsteps retreated.

“Are you ever going to put him out of his misery?”

Daria blinked down at Misery, wondering which of the guys he was talking about—oh.

“Truth? Was that Truth?”

When he nodded, she groaned and buried her head in Misery’s chest.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned like she wasn’t speared right on his cock.

“It’s weird, right?” she whined, propping herself up on her palms, which were braced on Misery’s chest.

“What’s weird?”

His hands rested on her hips and urged her to move, pulling a choked sound from her throat.

Yeah, what’s weird?

Ignoring her inner voice, she snapped herself out of it, and placed her hands over Misery’s to stop him.

“This. All of it. Sleeping with you while knowing the others want to do the same? Won’t there be jealousy?” Like with Truth, she questioned silently.

“Truth isn’t jealous,” he countered, making Daria wonder if she’d accidentally spoken out loud or if Misery could suddenly read minds. “He’s just… he cares about you. And he doesn’t know how to show it.”

Before she could stop herself, Daria laughed. “He’s the truth demon! He doesn’t have to try to show it.”

She felt a little guilty—had been feeling a little guilty. Always keeping Truth close but holding him at arm’s length. He wasn’t a fucking safety blanket. He didn’t deserve to be held on the back burner while she decided what the hell she wanted.

“I’m a terrible person,” she confessed out loud, staring at Misery but not seeing him. Instead, she was seeing every little touch she’d tortured Truth with over the past… fuck, has it been a month already?

Every time she’d cuddled him to sleep, or touched his arm, or flirted with him while they were baking.

Shit, that pie had been like, amazing though.

“Come back,” Misery practically wailed beneath her, and Daria shook herself.

Was she seriously thinking about pie with his cock inside her?

“Did you hear anything I just said?” he chastised, one dark brow lifting to arch up at her.

Daria shook her head.

“What were you thinking about?”

Her cheeks flushed for a totally different reason. “Uhm… pie?”

His lips twitched, eyes sparkling up at her. Misery reached up and framed her face with his hands, pulling her down to him. It shifted her, moving him where he was inside her and she hummed.

“I’m going to assume you didn’t hear anything I said either. So I’ll repeat myself. I said, there’s absolutely no way that you’re a terrible person. I promise you, Truth expects nothing from you. Whatever thoughts are running through that anxiety brain of yours can chill out.” His voice was soft, the same way his kiss was when he brushed his lips against hers. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you so good that pie”—he swiveled his hips— “is gonna be the last thing on your mind.”

“Okay,” she breathed out, clearly articulate. Staring down at Misery, she was already lost in the stars in his gaze. He pulled her down to take her lips again and she sighed into the kiss. Their lips joined and parted over and over again as he lulled her under his spell.

Misery didn’t even give her a chance to start moving again. He sat up and leaned forward, and then kept going until she was on her back, her head at the end of the bed. Then he took over, and she tried her best to keep her voice down, but her cries kept slipping out as his hips worked his cock deep inside her, only to pull back. Just the head of his cock parted her lips before he thrust back in, a slow, punishing rhythm that made Daria soar.

One of her hands tangled in his hair while the other clawed at his shoulder. She bucked up into him, trying to rush the slow but hard rhythm he’d started.