Page 23 of Devious Lies (Cruel Crown)
He’d transformed from the older brother Reed had once idolized to this monster neither of us could recognize.
It hurt more than I’d thought it would.
I buried his jab beside my pride.
Nash grabbed a spare pillow and wiped our cum off his cock with the case, uncaring of the audience or the fact that I laid on that pillow every time I lounged in Reed’s room. “Do you often come into my brother’s room, looking for a quick lay?”
Never, I almost defended, half transfixed and half horrified as I watched him express his nudity so comfortably.
But I didn’t say it, because it made me feel vulnerable. The one night I professed my love for Reed had backfired in spectacular fashion, and Nash Prescott had the misfortune of witnessing it.
“All the time,” I lied to save face. “He’s a better lay than you.”
Another lie.
I couldn’t imagine anyone being better at sex than Nash Prescott. He made my toes curl and my lungs burn from exhaustive pleasure. He had pushed my body past its limits, and part of me wanted him to try again, just to see if the first time had been a fluke or if sex was supposed to be like this every time.
I still craved him, felt an obsessive thrill at the angry, rose-colored marks my nails had left across his chest. The thought terrified me. I wanted to run, but I also wanted to take a picture of the way I’d bruised him like he’d bruised me.
Deranged would be the perfect word to describe me. I had several teachers younger than Nash, and the idea of having sex with them sickened me.
Nash’s eyes narrowed as he studied me, lingering on my collarbone, where he’d sucked so hard, I knew his mark would last for weeks. “If he can make you come harder than you did around my cock, he deserves a medal.” His knowing eyes took in my flushed skin and the way my lips parted at the word cock. “My brother has a girlfriend. You know this, right?” he spoke as slow as he implied I was.
“For the record, Reed texted me, saying that he and Basil broke up.” I clung to the robe’s fabric.
“So your idea of being there for him is being his rebound fuck? Classy.” He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up more than I already had. He snorted a laugh. “That break up lasted all of thirty minutes before he apologized to her, practically begging on his hands and knees.”
I flinched.
The worst part was, I knew it’d be like all the other times they’d “broken up” and gotten back together ten seconds later. I’d succumbed to the magic of a starless night, convincing myself it would be different because that was what I wanted to believe.
For a startling moment, Nash’s arrogance fled, and he took me in.
Really took me in.
My whitened fingers clenched the robe. My chest rose and fell to a staccato rhythm as I reminded myself I needed to breathe to live. The alarm gleamed within my eyes. They darted from Nash to the framed picture of me and Reed laughing on the wall, and I realized that I’d ruined my chances of ever being with Reed after having sex with his brother.
It was pity mixed with that damned disgust I saw in Nash Prescott’s eyes.
He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand and said, “Either sleep or leave. I have a meeting in a few hours.”
His words were harsh, but I recognized them for what they were.
/> Sympathy.
He was giving me an out, a way to flee without addressing any of the mortifying details that brought me here tonight. I latched onto it like he’d thrown me a life raft.
“You’re unbelievable,” I retorted, but they were halfhearted words, because if he treated me any differently, I’d probably cry.
And I was not a crier.
“Here’s what we’re going to do.” He nodded to the mess of cum we made on the sheets. “We’re going to forget this ever happened. You didn’t fuck the wrong brother. I didn’t fuck an eighteen-year-old.” His lips curled into a sneer as he said my age. “Neither of us will tell Reed. Understood?”
Finally, something I agreed with.
“Crystal clear.” I grazed my lip with my front teeth. “Promise you won’t tell Reed?”
Nash watched me for a moment, something like disappointment flickering in his eyes, before he reached over and switched off the light. “Get out of the room, Winthrop.”
