I decided to go online, and that’s where I met him.
He was everything I could have ever wanted: sweet,
caring, and a true gentleman.
Linc was the epitome of true boyfriend material
—until he showed me his true colors.
Now I’m fighting for my life in a place unknown;
I’d give anything to go back home.
“Bed of Lies plays with your mind, rips your heart and leaves you strangely falling in love with the Monster Linc” ~Smashly Bookalicious Reviewing Chicks
“It will rip your heart, mess with your mind and ultimately you don’t have a choice but to love Linc” ~Goodreads Review (Betty)
“An epic dark read and can’t wait for Bed of Lies 3.” ~Goodreads Review (Catherine)
“Go inside, asshole!” I heard Linc yell at someone. The light was turned on and the brightness stung my sensitive eyes. I blinked to focus, but everything was moving too fast and out of focus.
“Linc, it’s not what you think!” the young kid yelled out.
“It’s not? Did you not betray me? This woman was not taken because of your loyalty to El Tigre?”
The kid didn’t answer.
My eyes finally adjusted and the kid looked like he was barely eighteen. He had long dark hair and tanned skin, and he had on a suit that was several sizes too big. Linc pushed him down in front of me, pressing his skull down with the sole of his shoe.
“She almost died because of you! Whatever they were paying you, I could have paid you double if you were loyal!”
Linc took a sharp hunting knife out of his jacket and stabbed the kid in the back of his neck, right under the base of his skull. His body went limp, but he was still alive. I shook and cried, trying to back away from him. I didn’t want that to be my fate.
Linc snapped his fingers and Yavuz came in to remove the boy. Linc kneeled down in front of me and cut the tape away from my ankles, spreading my legs open wide. He ran the cool metal over my thighs and I was paralyzed with fear.
He cautiously peeled the tape from the corners of my mouth and placed a kiss on my sore lips. His tongue slid in between and I opened up, letting him consume me. This man confused me like no other.
I broke our kiss and looked him in the eye. “Can you untie my arms?”
“Because I don’t know what I’d do if you touched me right now.”
“Well, I’d be gentle. I’d massage your shoulders then work my way down your chest and stomach. I can’t be responsible for what happens next, but I’d need a shower first.”
“I can’t protect you if you’re not tied up and out of sight.”
“Yes you can!”
I didn’t think I’d get him to do it, but he cut the tape from my wrists and I smacked him in the face. He looked at me but didn’t react. I thought for sure he was going to stab me with the blade, ending my life.
“What is the matter with you? If you want me, you can have me. You don’t have to go through all of this. I don’t want anyone else, Baş.”
He stood to his feet and extended his hand out toward mine. “Come.”
I followed him out of the room and up the stairs, and it took us a while to get out of that prison. It seemed like we were walking up the stairs for an eternity then we finally went through another side entrance to the kitchen. This place has more secret passageways than the Underground Railroad.
As we walked up the stairs, my pumps smacking off the hardwood, I saw his wife glaring down at us from above. “So are you two in love now?” she snapped.
“What does it concern you?” Linc replied.
I laughed. Their relationship was odd, but I didn’t want any part of it. Whatever issues they had were between them.
He brought me to his suite and locked the doors behind us. I stood by the bed as he disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. I wasn’t sure if I should go in or wait, but before I could make a decision, he came to the door naked and waved me in.
I stepped inside the standing glass shower and he came in behind me, running his hands down my spine and over the curve of my ass. I heard him squirt body wash on the pouf he’d previously grabbed from beside me and he ran it over the back of me, thoroughly cleaning everything, and then turned me around to repeat.
He washed me then stood there staring at me. His cock was hard as a rock and I fell to my knees. I placed my hand around the base and slid my lips over his slick rod. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved himself in deeper, causing me to gag, but I kept on sucking.
He grabbed me by my hair and brought me back up to a standing position, pushing my back against the wall, and made his way down my body, straight to my core. He lifted my right leg and placed it over his shoulder, palming my ass as his tongue slid in between my folds.
“Baş, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it, right in my mouth. Don’t hold back, my princess.”
Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.
When she’s not busy taking care of her two little girls, she’s writing or creating graphics or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other.
Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts.