Chapter Sixteen （Gonzo the Liar）

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (GONZO THE LIAR)

HAZEL

"You're alive," Gonzo said. I lifted my head from between my knees. Through watery eyes I saw him staring down at me. I looked pathetic crying on the dirty floor. His hand stretched out and I took it, letting him lift me up.

"What happened?" I asked, collecting all my weapons off the floor.

"Bree and her men got in a screaming match with the staff that resulted in a few dead bodies. I think the previous agreement they had is over. Things are only going to get uglier in here." He sighed and dragged his hand down his face. I looked down the hall but couldn't see the main room. My attention was pulled back to Gonzo who was looking at me strangely—like a problem he couldn't solve.

"Come on," he said, wiping a tear from my eye. He grabbed my hand and led me back to his room. There was something off about him. His normal energy was subdued.

"Are you tired?" I asked.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm really tired, Hazel." He pulled me into his room and shut the door. The next thing I knew he had me wrapped up in his arms and on his bed. I didn't want to be alone tonight and for the first time in my life, I didn't have to be. I'd get over the shitty bed.

"What happened with your brother?" He asked. I swallowed and hugged him back, burrowing my face in his wide muscular chest.

"What did he say that has tears in your eyes?"

"I'm not crying," I grumbled against his chest. He pushed me far enough away to look me in the face.

"What did he say?"

"Nothing…" I trailed off, feeling my eyes burn like fresh tears were coming. "Threatened me. Told me to leave. Disowned me," I choked up on the last one and quickly pressed my face into Gonzo's chest again. His hands dragged up and down my back, comforting me.

"You didn't kill him."

"I couldn't." I didn't know what I meant by that. Had I simply failed to kill him because of a blunder? Or was it because I never really wanted to?

"He didn't kill you either. Who'd have thought," Gonzo sighed.

"Thought what?" I mumbled.

"Nothing."

"This whole thing has been a mess from the start. An anonymous letter, an asylum for criminally insane monsters, you, Zero…"

"Me?" Gonzo asked, going deathly still.

"Yes," I sighed, looking up at his lips. I wanted to kiss him so I did. He chuckled against my mouth.

"Weren't we talking?"

"I either need to kill something or…"

"Or what, Hazel?" He whispered. His big hand cradled my cheek. My heart beat picked up as his tongue dipped into my mouth. "You are the very worst temptation," he groaned.

"Am I?" I asked with a smile. I liked the sound of that. He kissed me again but I wanted more. I needed more. I shouldn't… but I was going to do it anyway. I slid down his body, shaking as I grabbed the top of his pants.

"What are you doing?" He asked with a smirk. I bit my lip.

"Can I…" I trailed off with a hot face. Gonzo's eyebrow raised.

"What do you want to do, princess?"

"I want more of what we did downstairs," I said. He hummed and reached out, brushing my mouth with his thumb.

"You were lying before. I know this is breaking your rules."

"How could you know?"

"Because liars are good at seeing lies," he said, thumb dragging across my bottom lip. His gaze moved from my mouth to my eyes. What did he mean by that? There was a moment of silence before he pulled his hand away from me.

"You don't want me to?" I asked.

"Of course I want you to—" I pushed my fingers under his pants' band and slowly pulled them down his hips. I swallowed thickly as I saw him for the first time.

"Hazel," he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "You're going to be the death of me."

"Can I?" I asked. I wanted to hear those noises he made in the padded cell—the groan, the praise. I wanted to see that tender look in his eyes. I wanted to feel him in my mouth like I'd felt Zero.

He had muscular thighs—so much power. I remembered the weight of him on top of me, the steel grip when he'd grab my wrists. He could pin me down and do whatever he pleased.

My hand wrapped around him—he was so thick. My fingers brushed the veins and he let out a breath. His cock hardened and twitched in my hand as he rubbed his forehead—looking conflicted.

"Can I, Gonzo?" I asked, settling between his legs. He looked down at me and I saw gold in his eyes, glowing in the darkness.

"I shouldn't let you," he said. I pressed my lips to the head of his cock, kissing him.

"Please let me," I begged.

"Shit." His body relaxed as I kissed my way down his shaft with a smile. When I looked up at him he closed his eyes and nodded.

"Princess," he groaned as my lips wrapped around him. I tried to go as far down as possible and gagged. His eyes opened and he looked down at me.

"Slow," he insisted. "Take your time." I moved slower, watching him as I went. His hand cradled my cheek.

"Tighten your lips," he said. "Good girl," he groaned. I was seeing that look in his eyes that I wanted—the tenderness, the need. The groans he offered sent shivers up my neck. I felt wet and needy. I wanted him to keep guiding me, telling me exactly how to suck a cock—how to suck his cock.

"Use your hand too," he said and I did just what he asked, wrapping my hand around him and moving it in time with my mouth. His pleasure was palpable—slow and divine. Being with Gonzo was always like this—patient, sensual, and new.

"Do you masturbate, Hazel?" My face heated and I shook my head.

"So I'd need to teach you that too, wouldn't I?" He asked. A short moan broke from my lips. Gonzo smiled down at me, rubbing a strand of my hair between his fingers. I kept moving, feeling his thick cock run down my tongue. He looked at my lips stretched around him as he started to pant—rough exhales.

"Shit." He closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip. I was going to make him come. I wanted it so bad—wanted to hear his sounds, feel it in my mouth.

"Stop, Hazel. Fuck," he hissed, pulling away. I was left with an empty mouth and confusion. He pulled up his pants and leapt up from the bed. Then he thrust his hands into his hair and paced.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. He just grunted in response. "Can you talk to me?" I finally asked and he looked over. His eyes immediately focused on my mouth. My lips felt swollen.

"Do you even want to kill your brother?" He asked. My face twisted up.

"You want to talk about that now ?" I asked in anger. "Yes, I want to kill him. Now more than ever. He's a fucking mistake," I said coldly. Was Gonzo suggesting I was losing my focus? Was he saying fooling around with him was me fucking up? It reminded me of my Uncle and that was the very last thing I wanted a reminder of right now.

"And then what?" He asked, holding my gaze. "What comes after that?"

"What are you asking?" The key card felt heavy in my pocket. I didn't want to tell him about it, not yet. Gonzo looked like he was struggling to get his point across.

"Nothing," he finally said. "I'm not asking about anything. I need to go," he said suddenly.

"What?" I asked in shock. He stomped to the door and ripped it open. Was it even safe out there?

He hesitated and then came stomping back towards me with a furious look on his face. My eyes widened and my heart rate increased. He invaded my space, his hands grabbing my face and reeling me in. His mouth crashed into mine. He kissed me furiously, groaning as his tongue dominated mine. He nearly bent me in half as he glued his body to mine. I could feel the hard imprint of his cock digging into my belly. Then just as suddenly he let go of me and backed away. I fell onto the bed and watched dumbfounded as he created more space between us. His eyes dragged over every inch of me.

"I just need some air," he said and then he was gone.