Lying and Kissing(74)

I stared up at him, my breath coming in panting heaves.

“Did you think I wouldn’t guess?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “An American, all pretty and sweet, suddenly in my life. She acts innocent, so I’m tempted to corrupt her. But really, she’s the one who’s dark inside.”

“I—I’m not CIA,” I panted. “I swear, Luka.” It didn’t sound convincing even to me.

He suddenly lunged down and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. It was so unexpected I didn’t have time to close my lips. His tongue brutally sought mine out and danced with it and, though I tried to twist my head away, I could feel the hot throb of pleasure go straight down to my groin. What was wrong with me?! Even now, I couldn’t resist him.

He lifted his head and stared down at me. His words were like carefully sculpted weapons. “Don’t lie to me, Arianna. I know you are.”

My heart plummeted down through the bed. When? Had I not fooled his dad after all—had he tipped Luka off? Had it been on the yacht, when I’d mentioned Natalia’s name? Or was it back at the party, when he saw me near his laptop? Had he known right from the start?

“I know you’re CIA, sent to snake your way into my bed. Let’s see you. Let’s see the pretty little tits they sent to tempt me.” His hand bunched in the front of my bra, there was a crack of snapping elastic and it was gone, a wadded ball of silk and ribbons in his hand, and I was topless.

He stared down at my breasts and I writhed, my head spinning. Any second, I knew, the interrogation would start. The brutal violence. Or maybe he wanted to enjoy my body one last time before he killed me.

He lowered his head and licked one breast, leaving the nipple shining, and I couldn’t stop the delicate flesh puckering and hardening. He noticed and laughed. “Even now, your body’s hot for me.” He looked down. “Let’s see how hot.”

He ripped my panties away and cupped my sex, then plunged two fingers into me. I gasped and moaned, eyes wide. I could feel his fingertips sliding on my wetness. He brought them up to show me the glistening evidence of my arousal.

This was nuts. I knew he was going to kill me and I still wanted him. I wanted him no matter what.

“Now,” he said. “What’s your real name?”

“A—Arianna!” I gasped.

He nodded slowly, his eyes gleaming. He cupped one breast and rolled the nipple suggestively between finger and thumb, staring straight into my eyes. I started to huff air through my nostrils, panic-breathing. God, those hands were so powerful….

“What...is your real...name?” he asked again. And this time, he pinched my nipple. Not hard enough for it to be agony, not anywhere near as hard as he could have done. But enough for a white-hot bolt of pain to wrap around the pleasure and arc down to my groin. My back arched off the bed.

“I swear....” I panted. “My real name’s Arianna!”

His eyes grew dark...and gleamed even more. “You want to do it hard way,” he growled. “Well, is fine.” I knew from the way his English was breaking down that he was getting more and more turned on. God, he’s enjoying this!

He grabbed my hips and suddenly flipped me over onto my stomach. With no way to support myself, my breasts and face were mashed against the bedclothes.

“Tell me everything,” he said in a hungry rasp. “Or you will know great pain.”

Images flashed through my head. I knew what the Brotherhood did to traitors. There were a hundred horrible ways to die and many more ways I could be tortured before that. My fingernails could be pulled. My teeth extracted. I could be burned with cigarettes.#p#分页标题#e#

I knew I was going to break anyway. I wasn’t some trained field agent like Nancy. I’d tell him everything I knew. Why not just do it fast and avoid some of the pain? Maybe he’d be merciful and kill me quickly.

But then I thought of Adam and how I would let him down. How I’d already let him down, by slipping up somewhere. I gathered up the shreds of strength I had left and took a deep breath. “No,” I whispered.

He made a noise in his throat as if he preferred it that way. I screwed my eyes closed and waited for whatever would come next.

There was a flash of pain across my ass and a cracking sound that reverberated around the room. “Bitch! Tell me name of your CIA handler!”

My ass cheek throbbed and blazed. It sunk in that I’d just been spanked.

Spanked?!

Pain exploded in the other ass cheek, then faded to a dull, hot ache that seemed to soak inward towards my groin, making me writhe.