Page 123 of Cruel Delights
I stand casually with both hands in my pocket. “I’m unsure. Knowing Celeste, it could’ve been anything. She invented an entire relationship. I have slept with her a few times. She took that and decided we were meant to be.”
“Black or red?” Lyra emerges from the closet and holds up two dresses.
I step forward, more distracted by the sight of her half naked. Easing the two hangers of dresses out of her hands, I drop a kiss on her mouth, then throat.
“How about nothing at all?”
She giggles and pushes at my chest. “Didn’t you say we were going to dinner?”
“Dinner can wait. It’s been three days since I’ve fucked you. In other words, three days too long.”
I hold her hips steady, kissing my way along her throat. My lips evoke a tremor out of her. She moans and tips her head back, exposing more of her neck.
I gladly take advantage. My fingers dig into the supple flesh of her hips, and I spread kisses all over her throat. So many I quickly lose count.
Lyra’s resistance fades away. She clutches at me, her nails raking down my chest, across my abdomen. I can not only hear the surrender in her sharp breaths, I can feel it in her body—she’s melting against me, becoming mine.
She never stopped being mine to begin with.
I will keep her. She will be not only the first person I’ve spared, but the first person I intentionally hold onto.
By any means necessary.
The Owner will likely make an attempt sometime soon to kill Lyra. He’ll send some assassin or hitman or murderous psychopath like me to finish the job. We will be long gone by the time that happens.
Tonight is more than dinner. Tonight Lyra comes with me. She won’t know it as we step out for dinner, but she’ll be leaving her old life behind.
Once I dispose of the bodies in my dungeon and tie up a few loose ends, we’ll leave Easton altogether.
We’ll be flying out of the country.
However, first, we can indulge.
We move from the spot next to Lyra’s closet toward the bed. I’ve reached around her back and undone the clasps on her bra. It falls away and her bare breasts spring to freedom. A new treat for my mouth.
I dip my head and tweak her nipple with my teeth. Lyra screams out and sinks her nails into my shoulder.
“Kaden,” she breathes. Her chest rises and then falls rapidly as I suck, nibble, and bite. She shudders and struggles for more air. “That feels so… so fucking good! Don’t stop. Harder.”
I oblige, giving my naughty little lamb another twinge of pain.
“We’re just getting started. Take off your panties.”
She squirms against me, trying to make my command happen. Her fingers hook into her panties, and she pushes them down.
I curl an arm around her waist and lift her up with zero effort. We join at the mouth again, resuming our heavy kisses, the rest of the way to the bed. We fall in an entanglement of our moving limbs and land with Lyra straddling me. She’s attempting to unbutton my shirt and I’m groping her backside.
I’m teasing a finger in her rear hole that’s impossibly tight and puckered.
Lyra gasps into my mouth and then rocks against me. Her pussy on the large bulge of my pants. It took little to nothing for my erection to grow so hard and so fast.
What I said is the truth—three days without fucking Lyra is three days too long.
As a result, my dick is hot and volcanic, ready to erupt once it’s had a taste of her cunt.
She undoes my pants and grips the length of me. A strangled groan leaves me. I lay back against her bed, for once happy to let her take the lead. She’s equally happy to do so—Lyra strokes me and then guides me into herself.
We watch it happen. My dick slipping inside her. Her pussy accepting my thick, engorged length.