Bitter Truths: A Twisted Arranged Marriage Romance (Crimson Falls Duet Book 2) by Dani René (best fiction novels to read .txt) 📗

before he leaves, he glances over his shoulder at me. “Lycan is capable of a lot, and loving you is something he won’t give up as easily as you think.”

7

Darius

I need space.

I need to think.

She’s seen me. The me I’ve hidden from everyone. Just her eyes locking on mine dug into my soul. As much as I try to hide the pain, Scarlett has seen right down to the depths of me. And if I’m honest, it fucking scares me.

When I walk into the living room, I spot a few guys with club whores on their laps, and Howler sitting at the bar watching the show. This is the life I was made to live in, not the one Scarlett thinks I should be in. She’s reading too much into my actions. I don’t want to hurt her, because if I do, Lycan won’t help me. And for once in my life, I’ll admit I need his help.

I settle beside Howler, who’s sipping a bourbon. The amber liquid almost filling his glass. “What’s happening?” he asks but doesn’t look at me. He knows I’m fighting a war within myself. This is one man who’s known me for a long time. He can see past my bullshit, just like the woman upstairs.

“Hey, darlin’,” one of the club whores, Kitty, sidles alongside me, her body pressed against mine. Heat courses through my veins, but when I take in her dark brown hair, I have to note it’s not red. She’s not Scarlett.

This is ridiculous.

Sliding my arm around her waist, I pull her closer between my thighs as I look over at Howler, who has his brow raised in question. The man is as intuitive as I am, and he knows me far too well to believe I’m into the woman I’m currently holding.

“You want some of this?” I question her, grabbing her hand and placing it on my crotch. Even though I’m not hard for her, a soft giggle falls from her lips. Most of the women who hang around the club are like this—too easy. I tug her wrist, practically dragging her out to the garages where all the bikes are parked. From here, I can glance up and see the bedroom window where the beautiful redhead is locked.

Leaning against the wall, I focus on the window while I push Kitty to her knees. She knows what to do, and as soon as my cock is in her hand, a hiss leaves my mouth. My eyes don’t stray. I don’t even look down at the woman with her lips now wrapped around my hardening shaft.

When I recognize the face watching from the window, I can’t help but throb in Kitty’s mouth. Her moans vibrate through me, but it’s those silver eyes staring down at me that have me nearing my release.

The heat of the mouth what’s swallowing my cock, and the wide-eyed glare from the woman who hates me, has my spine tingling. A satisfied smirk curls my lips because she can see what’s going on down here. She can see the dark brown head bobbing back and forth in my crotch. My fingers tangle in the silky locks, and I wish with all I am that it was the scarlet waves of the woman upstairs.

Her name is perfection.

So is her smile.

And her body, that’s purely sinful.

And I want her, I want her so bad it hurts.

At the window, Scarlett moves her hands over her chest, to her neck, and her finger slips between her plump pink lips, my cock jolts and my balls draw up as my release hits me like a fucking tidal wave knocking the breath from me.

I watch her slowly suck her finger before I empty jet after jet of hot seed down Kitty’s throat. The moment I slip from the warm mouth that’s swallowed every drop of cum, Scarlett disappears from the window, breaking the connection, leaving me empty and torn.

“Want me to spend the night?” Kitty asks, bringing my attention back to her instead of the fucking window. Her wide brown eyes shimmer with the promise of more where that came from, but I’m not into it and when she notices my expression, her smile falls. “You’re a bastard,” she bites out in anger before I have time to respond.

“I’m sure you can find someone to keep you company,” I tell her before zipping my jeans and leaving her standing in the dim lighting of the garage. A decision is made. I’m going to have to get away from Scarlett. She’s not good for me, and once her father’s money clears in the offshore account, I’ll give her back to Lycan.

Inside the house, I grab a beer and swallow it down until there’s nothing left in the bottle. I can feel Howler’s stare on me, and when I lock my gaze on his, there are questions dancing in his eyes.

“What?” I ask, sitting beside him on one of the bar stools.

He shakes his head. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve said the girl upstairs has your head fucked.” He lifts his drink to his lips as he regards me. But he says nothing more. I don’t respond. I don’t need to. He knows he’s right, and if I said anything to dissuade him, he’ll know I’m lying.

I don’t lie to my brothers.

Turning to the prospect who’s serving our drinks, I order another one before saying, “I think we need to find this Lorenzo fucker. I don’t like the fact that he’s dealing girls in our territory.”

“Maybe it’s time to go to Lycan, his team have—”

“Are you sure you want to go down that road?” I ask, meeting his gaze. “Because if they agree to help us, there’ll be a lot more shit we need to answer for.”

“Lycan’s men are good. I can track shit, hack into machines, but they have men on the ground. We don’t have those kinds of resources, Darius.” Fuck, he’s right. “I wouldn’t say it if I