Ten Thousand Lies (42 page)

My eyebrows shot for my hairline. “What’s that?”

He sighed, looking out over the scenery. “I’m a billionaire.”

Stunned into silence, I could only stare at my husband. This man, whom I’d been sharing my life with for nearly two years, had dropped a mega bombshell on me.

“Come again?”

“I’m fucking wealthy. When me dad died, Max split the fortune with me. It really should have all gone to him; James is dead, after all. But Max gave me my share, and…it was a fuck-ton.”

“But…”

Ricki, Ronen, and I lived in a modest house. Sure, all the things in our home were top of the line, but the guys made great money with tattooing, and I was doing really well with the piercing. I didn’t earn much from the Locals, but it wasn’t like I was complaining. The guys wouldn’t hear of me chipping in for the bills, so my money accumulated in my account, and I spent some of it on the things I really wanted.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” I asked.

“Hardly anyone knows about it. Hell, I rarely think about it meself. For the most part, I live off my earnings with the shop.”

“I’m not just anyone,” I snapped. “I’m your goddamn wife!”

Startled, he turned his aquamarine gaze on me. “Does it matter? It’s not like you became my wife because I’m rich. You married me because you love me. Yeah?”

“Yeah, but this is the sort of thing you tell the person you’re in love with! That you
marry
. What? Did you not trust me?”

“Jaime—”

“Holy shit, Ricki! You know
everything
about me! There’s not one thing that’s happened in my boring-ass life that you don’t know about, and you’ve kept this huge part of yours secret from me.”

“It’s blood money!” he said. “It’s the money me dad made selling drugs, weapons, and
people
! It’s not something I brag about. I mostly donate it to the cause, to the Locals, to stopping what made that money in the first place.”

“You still kept it a secret from me,” I said. “No matter how you feel about it, you should have told me.” I stood. “It makes me feel like I don’t even know the man I married.” I stormed into the luxury suite with every intent of leaving. For how long, I wasn’t sure, but I was so pissed.

Ricki thundered in after me, his eyes flashing with pain and fury. “Don’t fucking walk away from me. You know
me
, woman. You’re the only person in this world who truly knows me at all!”

Then, he grabbed me, roughly pulling me into his arms, his mouth crashing angrily on mine. A kiss that left no doubt in me that I knew this man, that I
owned
this man. It was hard, hot, borderline brutal, and it branded me as his just as much. He’d taken my blistering rage and molded it into the burning passion I always had inside me just for him.

Lifting me by my ass, Ricki wrapped my legs around his waist and walked us into the bedroom. He dumped me on the bed, his face edged with fury.

Oh my God, he’s so hot.

“You know me from the inside out,” he told me, his voice laced with a dangerous element that sent a shiver through every bit of me. “You know how I think, how I feel. You’re the only person in my life who knows every goddamn thing about
me
.”

He tore off my pajama shorts and flung them over his shoulder. Crawling on top of me, he braced himself above me on his left hand while grasping his cock in his right. Slowly, he rubbed the head of himself back and forth over the seam of me.

“Are you going to try to divorce me now that you know we’re filthy fucking rich, Jaime?”

“No!” I snapped.

“You don’t get to walk away from me, from us.”

I squirmed, needing to feel him all over me. “I…”

“You what?”

Breathless, I arched my hips. “I need you.”

“I need you, too.”

“Please, Ricki…”

“What?”

“I need you in me,” I panted.

Gradually, he pushed home, filling me so deliciously that my eyes damn near rolled back into my head. Everything inside me began to throb, pulsing on a tide of pure completion.

“Tell me it doesn’t matter,” he whispered.

“It doesn’t matter.”

He pulled back and thrust in. “Tell me there’s nothing greater than us.”

“There isn’t. There never will be.”

Again, so slowly he was driving me mindless, he pulled back and pushed in. “Tell me you trust me.”

“I do. I trust you.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you. There is no one I love more.”

“No walking away. No leaving. No divorce.
Ever
.”

“Never, ever,” I told him, meaning it with my whole heart.

“You and me, Dollface.”

“Forever.”

At two o’clock in the morning, I woke up starving. My stomach snarled viciously in outrage.

Ricki and I hadn’t left the bed, both of us passing out from
hours
of amazing sex. We’d only stopped long enough to order a late lunch to our room, and then we had continued fucking like rabbits.

I felt beautiful, bruised and sore in the most delicious ways. I felt loved and adored to the marrow of my bones, and as I glanced at my slumbering husband, my heart skipped a beat. Ricki was just so…gorgeous. He stole my breath and made my pulse dance.

My stomach grumbled.

“Oh, man…” I half-whispered, half-groaned, imagining food.

Quietly, I slithered out of bed and headed into the bathroom. I did my business, brushed my teeth, and then jumped in the shower to take my mind off my hunger. I could order room service, but I didn’t want to wake Ricki. He’d worked his ass off.

The hot water felt so good. I just closed my eyes and stood beneath the deluge, feeling my soreness melt away. I didn’t hear him come in. When the shower door slid back, I jumped, turning my head to see him joining me. Ricki looked to be completely at peace.

“Hey,” he said, pulling me into his arms.

“Hey,” I said, grinning like a dipshit, winding my arms around his neck.

He grinned. “I’m bloody starving.”

I snorted. “Do you know you sound extra British when you’re emotional or hungry?”

“Aye.”

His hands roamed all over my slight curves, his fingers massaging into my skin. His pupils expanded as he stared into my eyes. His lips parted, and he leaned forward, kissing me.

Breaking the kiss, I ran my mouth down his neck, tonguing and nipping along his collarbone. All day, he had made me feel so incredible. I wanted to give some of that back. I pushed him until his back pressed against the tiled wall.

When I sank to my knees before him, he groaned in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck yes…”

Smoothing my hands up his thighs to his groin, I watched as his cock swelled and bobbed. Grinning, I spared him a quick glance, finding his smoldering gaze on my face. I had to bite my lip to hold back an onslaught of giggles. This man made me feel high as a kite. Giddy.

“I want you bad, Doll.”

“How bad?”

“Very.”

My grin widened. “Would you let me do anything I wanted to you?”

He swallowed hard as his eyes grew damn near black. “Yes.”

Yesss…

Grasping the root of him with my left hand, I cradled his sac in my right, gently rolling his balls and tugging. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Put me in your mouth, or I’m going to come on your tits.”

My eyebrows rose in surprise. That sounded pornographically awesome.
I think that just might have to happen.

He saw it in my expression and sucked in a swift breath. “My God, woman. You’re really just a freak, aren’t you?”

Sucking the head of him into my mouth, I held his gaze and nodded.

“You’re
my
freak.”

I took him deeper and nodded again.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, sounding so fucking sexy that I throbbed between my legs. “Every inch of you drives me out of my bloody skull to possess you.” His long fingers snagged through my dreads, fisting.

Holy shit.

Removing my hand from his base, I took him into my throat.

Ricki’s groan was so fucking hot; it made me buzz from my nipples to my crotch. Still fondling his balls in my right hand, I slipped my left behind them, skirting over his taint to the edge of his crack.

“Shite,” he spit, his hips thrusting forward.

I snuck my middle finger into his crack, just to see what he would do. Above me, he was panting, his breaths coming out in harsh bursts. Then, he shifted slightly, widening his legs.

Motherfucker has a bit of freak in him, too.
Probing gently, I found the tightly puckered ring and applied some pressure, rubbing in slow circles.

“Bloody hell,” he gasped. “That’s…feckin’ hot, Doll. Don’t stop.”

Pressing firmly, I pushed the tip of my finger into him. Hot and seriously tight, I felt the blood cut off from my digit.

He moaned and forced himself to relax, letting me go deeper.
“Fuck.”

Gently, I pumped into him while, at the same pace, he pushed and pulled my head back and forth over his cock.

“Oh my
fecking
God…”

Just listening to him was bringing me close to an orgasm.

“Put another one in.”

Shut the fuck up.
I inserted my forefinger, too, taking it even slower.

After a few thrusts, his legs started shaking, and he was moaning his head off. “Fuck. I’m going to come.”

I pulled off his cock, pushing my fingers in as deep as I could get, and jacked him off with my right hand.

Ricki sobbed and then roared, “Jaime!
Fuck
!”

His head dropped forward, and he watched as his hot liquid spurted all over my chest.

I met his gaze head-on, leaning forward to lick the last bit of salty fluid from the tip of his cock. Little by little, I withdrew my fingers, and he slid down the wall, grabbing my face and pulling me in for a scorching kiss that did nothing to stave the raging pulse between my legs. Before I knew it, I was flat on my back with Ricki’s face between my legs. He ate at me, sucking, licking, and scraping his teeth over my clit. Thrusting two and then three fingers into me, he had me coming hard within minutes. My hands tugged at fistfuls of his hair as shimmering bursts of color exploded behind my eyes.

He was in utter beast mode. Snarling, he rose above me and thrust into me hard. His aquamarine eyes burned into mine. His mouth swooped down, crushing against my own in a punishing kiss. His tongue forced its way past my lips to rub sensuously with mine.

Ricki was the most delicious man in the universe, whether it be his cock or his tongue laced with morning breath.

“You feel so good,” he murmured against my lips. “I can’t ever get enough of you. I’ll never have enough…”

Neither would I. I was lost to this man, had been from the second I heard his voice.

I felt the wave of bliss rising within me, Ricki in complete control over my tides. No one had ever made me feel this way. Just the thought, the feel, the
everything
about this man got me.

Warmth spread from our joined bodies, flooding through every twist and turn, swelling and tightening, until, in a blinding rush, I came amid a shower of sparks and stars.

“Mine…all mine,” he told me. His arms held me tighter as his hips pumped furiously into me. “Oh, fuck!” he shouted, being swept up in his own orgasm, straining to get as deep as he possibly could.

Groaning with the power of his release, he gave me an open-mouthed kiss, robbing me of breath. I clung to him, dazed.

Ricki rained kisses all over my face. “Oh God, Jaime…fuck, I love you so much.”

About an hour later, Ricki went off to order room service, and I found my phone and called Xanthe. The sex I’d just had was too awesome not to brag about it. It had been so damn mind-blowing that I felt as though I’d bust if I didn’t tell someone.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Bro Dawg, you will
never
believe what just happened!”