I AM DARKNESS. I AM SIN. I AM YOURS. A truth imprinted onto my skin—its sharp vines digging into my flesh as our bond strengthens with each shallow intake of breath my love takes. Her life is intertwined with the devil, a man who hungers for depravity and death, and yet, I bend my knee for her. Only her. Always her. She is mine, and I will kill to protect. Kill to own her. Gabriella Moore will never leave me. Not by choice or circumstance. LITTLE LIES was written by Elena M. Reyes Copyright 2021 ©Elena M. Reyes This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author. Cover Design: T.E. Black Editor: Marti Lynch Publication Date: May 13th, 2021 Genre: FICTION/Dark Romance/Erotica Suspense/Thriller Copyright © 2021 Elena M. Reyes All rights reserved. Contents Acknowledgments PLAYLIST 1. King 2. Gabriella 3. Gabriella 4. Gabriella 5. Theodore 6. Gabriella 7. Gabriella 8. Gabriella 9. Theodore 10. Gabriella 11. Gabriella 12. Gabriella 13. King 14. Gabriella 15. Gabriella 16. Theodore 17. Theodore 18. Gabriella 19. Theodore 20. King 21. Gabriella 22. Gabriella 23. Theodore 24. Gabriella 25. Gabriella 26. King 27. Gabriella 28. Theodore 29. Gabriella 30. Gabriella 31. King 32. Gabriella 33. Gabriella 34. Theodore Astor 35. Gabriella 36. Theodore Astor 37. Gabriella 38. Theodore Astor 39. Theodore Astor 40. Gabriella 41. Epilogue 42. Outtake 43. BOOK NEWS: 44. RISQUE (BEAUTIFUL SINNER #5) About the Author BEAUTIFUL SINNER SERIES ALSO, BY ELENA M. REYES Acknowledgments This one’s for the girls that love their books dark, crazy AF, and the heroes a little dirty. HAPPY READING, MY BEAUTIFUL BABES!!! Also, a huge THANK YOU to my team. Seriously, I couldn’t do this without you. Michelle Myers, Ana Rita, K.I. Lynn, C.M. Steele, Marti Lynch, & Mary B. Moore; you guys keep me going when I lose track of my goals. You push me to be better, to not second guess myself when I think I lost my flow. This book was finished because each of you never let me quit or let my fears of entering a new genre stop me. I love you all so much and I’m thankful to have you in my life. XOXO PLAYLIST Papercut - Linkin Park Given Up - Linkin Park Broken - Seether, Amy Lee Killing Strangers - Marilyn Manson Sex On Fire - Kings of Leon It’s Been Awhile - Staind Hail to the King - Avenged Sevenfold Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier Demons - Imagine Dragons Otherside - Red Hot Chili Peppers 18th Floor Balcony - Blue October Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls Heathens - Twenty One Pilots Gasoline - Halsey Valentine’s Day - Linkin Park The Scientist - Coldplay Don’t Cry - Guns N’ Roses Here’s To The Heartache - Nothing More Still In Love - Nothing More Through Glass - Stone Sour Wicked Games - Stone Sour A Beautiful Mess - Jason Mraz Earned It - The Weeknd Can I Be Him - James Arthur Better Love - Hozier Machu Picchu - Camilo, Evaluna Click the link to listen: https://spoti.fi/3exo4YM 1 King The act of sleeping has always been special to me. The naivete that even the vilest creatures adapt while their bodies succumb to exhaustion is an intriguing thing. You have no choice. You’re not aware of your surroundings or the danger that lurks around each corner, and it’s at that time of day when even the strongest become prey. Weak. Where vulnerability and fear rule as king while those without a moral compass, who thirst for blood more than they do breathing, roam freely and without remorse. Because at night, there are no rules or societal demands for complacency. No masks to hide behind as I slice a throat clear across from one side to the other and watch my victims bleed. Moreover, in that moment, they see me. All of me—the evil that most ignore while walking down a sidewalk and cross my path—it’s all clear to them then, and their expressions always make me smile. Confusion. Terror. Acceptance. I yearn for those moments. To hear that last gurgle of blood as it rises and escapes the wound, tempting me to cut deeper, to prolong the inevitable fate for those dumb enough to believe good looks and an affluential status in a city as large as Seattle only belong to those who are honest and hardworking. I’m not a good man. Will never claim to be. I watch. I hunt. I take. And right now, I’m reveling at the thrashing sight before me. She’s my obsession. Has always been mine. Perspiration beads across Gabriella’s temples and down her neck, pooling at the base while a whimper passes through full, berry lips. She’s the sweetest there. So tempting. So pure for now. “Blood. So much blood,” the little beauty whispers in her sleep, her tiny fingers gripping the carelessly thrown sheet across her abdomen and hip, exposing the lovely pair of purple bikini panties covering her mound. It showcases just enough to tease and taunt as the tight fabric molds over her clit and labia. She’ll fit perfectly in my palm. Her warmth will soothe the beast residing within who needs a queen. I push off from my perch against the painting she skillfully made of my home down to the smallest detail and stop beside her bed. With each step closer, my cock throbs. It’s hard for her. I’m near the point of praying at her temple for a taste, but not yet. Today is about her. About celebrating what drew me in the day she crossed my dark path. With the tips of two fingers, I caress her left leg with gentle sweeps up and down until reaching her knee. She’s soft, and her flesh so pliant beneath my touch. It’s a heady feeling knowing that I could break her without exerting much force, but it’s just as humbling to know that I’ll never harm her physically. Mentally, though, I’ll revel as she crumbles into madness.
