Page 22 of Sinister Lies


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Yet, I can’t bring myself to walk away. Elio has worked so hard to earn my trust and make me feel special. He’s been nothing but kind and attentive. I’ve never had someone treat me the way he does.

I groan in frustration, flopping back onto the bed. Why does this have to be so complicated? Why can’t I have a normal college experience without all the family drama and criminal ties?

When I’m with Elio, none of that matters. When we’re together, it feels like we’re the only two people in the world. My heart races every time I see him. When we kiss, it’s like electricity coursing through my veins.

I know it’s crazy. I know I should put a stop to this before it goes any further, but I can’t seem to stay away. Elio is magnetic—his charm and good looks draw me in every time. He’s confident and passionate, but he’s also surprisingly sweet with me—gentle, caring, and protective.

With him, I feel safe. It’s probably naive to feel that way, and being naive is never a good idea, but for once in my life, I feel hope.

10

ELIO

Iknock on Camila’s door, my heart racing with anticipation. When she opens it, I’m struck by her beauty.

“You weren’t joking about the dress,” I say, my eyes roaming over her body wrapped in elegant black fabric that hugs her curves in all the right places. “You look incredible.” All my blood runs south as my pants tighten uncomfortably.

My pretty princess blushes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you, Elio. You clean up nicely yourself.” The desire in her eyes drives me near the brink as all I want to do is push her inside her room and fuck her senseless all night long.

Patience, Elio. I coach myself, knowing she’s close to trusting me and taking that step.

I grin, offering her my arm. “Shall we?”

As we walk toward the Italian restaurant, I can’t keep my eyes off her. The way her firm breasts bounce with each step, the subtle sway of her hips—it’s driving me crazy. I’ve never had to hold off for so long with a woman before, but Camila is different. She’s a virgin, and I respect that. We’re taking things slowly, getting to know each other. The last thing I want to do is fuck up the entire plan by being too forward.

We walk in comfortable silence before I broach the subject I’ve been avoiding since we met. I glance at Camila from the corner of my eye, trying to gauge her reaction.

“So, tell me about your family. Are you close with them?”

She tenses slightly, her smile faltering. “My family is complicated.”

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? How so?”

Camila sighs, her shoulders slumping. “My father is a busy man. He’s always working, always traveling. I rarely see him.”

I nod in understanding. My own father is the same way. “And your mother?”

A genuine smile graces her lips. “My mother is my rock. She’s always been there for me, supporting me through everything.”

I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. I wish I had that kind of relationship with my own mother. “That’s great that you’ve got her. Family is important.”

Camila nods, her eyes distant. “Yeah, it is. But sometimes I wish I could escape it all, you know? Start fresh somewhere new.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

She shakes her head, plastering a smile on her face. “Nothing, just rambling. Oh look, we’re here!”

I follow her gaze to the Italian restaurant, its warm glow inviting us in. I know she’s deflecting, but I don’t push it. I’ve got plenty of time to unravel her secrets.

As we enter the restaurant, I place my hand on her back, guiding her inside. The contact sends a jolt right to my cock, and I have to remind myself to focus on the task at hand.

Get close to her and gain her trust. My father’s words echo in my mind. We need that information.

But as I look at Camila, her brown eyes sparkling in the candlelight, I can’t help but wonder if I’m getting in too deep. If I’m starting to care for her more than I should.

No, I scold myself. Camila is just a means to an end—a pawn in a much larger game.

But even as I think it, I know it’s a lie. Camila is so much more than that to me, and I’m starting to realize just how dangerous this game is. The last thing I need is to feel anything for this girl, as the end game is to break her.

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