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YOUR LIPS KNOWS THE TRUTH

Author: ANGELA
last update publish date: 2025-11-20 00:08:39

Chapter THREE ~ Your Lips Knows The Truth. 

CYRUS’s POV 

Dominic’s lips descended on mine gently, nibbling on my lips. They were warm, soft and sweet at the same time. 

He took my lower lips into his mouth and sucked on them slowly. I shut my eyes as my hands trailed up his biceps. 

My body shuddered when his tongue pressed against my teeth, requesting access into my mouth. This was just like the other night at the club. 

But now, he’s my sister’s boyfriend. Maybe, he could be her fiancée in months. I can’t be the reason for their separation. Nor can I sit for hours listening to my parents talking about morals. 

This is so messed up. Yet, I couldn’t get him to remove his lips from mine. They felt like my salvation, pulling me in like a siren’s addiction. 

The room grew hotter when he pushed his tongue into my mouth. It dived right to the back of my throat. 

“Hmmm,” he groaned, his hands wrapping around the side of my face.

He pulled out his tongue and slammed it back in. Slowly, his hands began to drift lower to my back. 

My breath hitched as I gasped but his hands didn’t stop moving. He released his tongue from the kiss before he bit my lower lip again.

A sound came out of my mouth into his—Something I later realized that it was a moan. 

A moan just escaped my lips into a man’s mouth? And for a moan? 

His hand grabbed my butt all of a sudden and I jolted forward but it was into him. He released my lips and muttered, “You’re so sensitive.” 

“Ahh…” I winced out as his soft hands massaged my butt, my eyes rolling backward while I tugged at his biceps a little harder. 

“My girlfriend’s brother loves when I please him.” He rasped before he began to push me backward, until the back of my legs hit the bed. 

Then, he forcefully shoved one of his legs in between mine. He hit my left leg gently and my legs separated. 

He broke the kiss. His eyes locked on mine again and it was right then I realized that I should chase this man away but before I could, he used a finger of his to push me down. 

Slowly, he got rid of his thighs as he climbed above me, one of his legs in between my thighs. Then he completely lowered himself into me. 

Something hard pressed against my thighs and my eyes widened. I yelled before I pushed him off me, running from the bed as I panted heavily. 

“God… What was that?” I screamed, my breathing shaking so badly. 

“My instrument of desire.” He smirked and spread his arms. “It was lustful just now to have your tight hole wrapped around it.” 

As he said those words, something that I had never felt all my whole life happened. 

From my back, in between my butt cheeks, I could feel a pulse. It was like the beating of a normal heart. It was soft and slow, a little bit ticklish too. 

I blinked. 

“That’s the Dominic effect, Cutie.” He said and got off the bed. 

He began stripping himself of his clothes, leaving me in a trance. He unbuttoned his shirt as he stared into the mirror adjacent where he stood. 

He blinked his eyes slowly and my breath seized. 

Oh my God! 

Very soon, I will run out of breath. 

As quickly as his shirt came off, he pulled his singlets as well, exposing his nicely packed abs and stunning masculine build. The ridges were so well built that my mouth watered immediately. 

Then my eyes trailed the movement of his hand as it went down. It wrapped around his pants and pulled them down slowly, a bulge showing in his briefs. 

Oh… that’s almost twice of mine. 

I bit my lips slowly and released it with a loud pop.

He picked up his pants as soon as he pulled them off completely. He dusted it, making some noise. He dropped it on my bed and stormed into the bathroom. 

My right hand trailed along my back as it went to my butt, practicing what Dominic had done earlier. I squeezed my butt gently but the effect was different. 

It wasn’t like the way he pressed it with his magical fingers that made me wince. 

Thankfully, I was in my shorts. My left hand slipped into it from behind. My body shivered as my ring finger pressed against my anus. 

It was indeed soft and pulsing. I also felt some amount of warm liquid around it. 

I removed my hand and brought it to my face. It glistened a little and I couldn’t resist bringing it to my nose. The scent filled my nostrils as I shut my eyes, seeing Dominic doing the same to me. 

“You smell so nice. Want me to fuck you?” 

The voice came sharp. My eyes flipped open but there was no one around. It was just my filthy imagination. 

This really has to stop. I balled my hands into a fist as I sprinted towards the bathroom. 

As I placed my hand on the door, it flung open itself. 

Dominic stood in front of me, shaking his head as the remaining water in his hair sprinkled on me. I shut my eyes as the coldness seeped into my skin. 

I staggered, falling backward as I lost a step. 

Before I could fall deeper, his hand reached out and grabbed me, wrapping around my waist. My mouth parted as my head bounced back into his chest. 

My hands wrapped around his neck out of fear. 

“Cutie, were you eavesdropping on me or trying to see my naked form?” He asked, his voice clear as the night owl’s. 

“N-no.” I replied, releasing my hands around him. 

I coughed. 

He helped me to my feet and darted towards the table. It was then I realized that he wasn’t tying a towel around his waist. 

My eyes glued against his backside, admiring his perfect shape as he poured water into the glass cup. His butt popped out a little. That’s what some women do not have, even my ex. 

Then he turned around, looking heavily dashing in his naked form. His full glory rested in between his thighs. It was almost reaching the middle of his inner thighs. 

My thighs tightened again and I swallowed hard. 

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