Page 56 of Heirs of Havoc

But it’s wonderful.

His tongue enters my mouth, soft yet firm, and he rolls it over my piercing in a swirl that makes me moan against his lips. For the second time today, I’m actually happy I have this new piece of jewellery.

The bottle falls from my hand and I don’t care that it rolls off the roof, smashing to the ground.

My back hits the tile, Feliks climbing on top of me. “We can’t,” I murmur on his lips.

“Can’t we?” He leans back, and it doesn’t help my thoughts when he pulls his top up his body. Feliks is a freaking washboard. A golden washboard. “Because the look you’re giving me tells me we can.”

You’re weak.

Fuck it. If I am, I’m making it worth it.

Reaching a hand around his neck, I pull Feliks down, accepting his weight on me. He kisses me with heated aggression as he pushes against my legs, his thick lips devouring me. He grinds against me, his hardness pressed against my core. Every time it rubs against me in just the right way, it's hard not to moan.

A hand flies over my mouth as he sinks his teeth into my neck. He kisses down my breasts, a trail of sparks and tingles as he devours me like one of his munchies. “I want you so fucking bad, Mia.” Hovering a hand over my mouth, he flicks those orbs at me. “Do you want me?” Nodding, I must be out of my mind, but there’s no denying how badly we need to quench the fire between us. He brings a finger to his lips. “Be quiet for me, alright?”

My head bobs so fast that I look like a pigeon. He smirks, pushing his finger into his mouth before he dips his head. A sting comes to my thigh, a spark dancing on my skin. He bites that spot again before another moan leaves me. His head pops up. “Yeah, this isn’t working.” He kneels on the roof, unbuckling his belt before he wraps it around my head. The leather is thick enough to cover my mouth and I know he’s trying to make sure we don’t get caught, but his actions only make the knot twist harder inside me.

He smirks like he knows it. Moving down my thighs, his nose tingles my skin as he drags his head between my legs. A slick finger slides over my nub, my back arching against the roof. “You always this responsive?” Feliks’ voice vibrates on my thigh. “Or is this all for me?” I’m already soaking when he sticks that finger in, my hand shooting to his head. His belt stops me from replying, but I’m already at a loss for words as his tongue swirls over my clit. He curls his fingers in unison, and when my hips rise, moving with his thrusts, a finger lands against my tiny hole.

My body stiffens, a soft chuckle between my legs. His voice muffles, but I hear his chide, “Don’t be a wuss.” The more he swirls his finger around makes me relax, Feliks playing me again. And when his tongue moves back to that tight spot, the moonlight brightens, the belt falling into my mouth as I bite down for dear life. His mouth captures my clit like he captures me, his movements making me melt into goo. “You can let go, Bunny.”

And hell, it doesn’t take long. Not with Feliks working fucking magic. My thighs close around his head, my back arching against the tile as I let it all out on him. A waterfall of bliss cascades through me and he catches it all on his tongue, lapping up my juices like I’m the last bit of vodka. He tongues and teases me until my toes curl. Until my fingers dig into his skin. Until I moan for mercy. And the look he gives when he finally releases me from his mouth? Enough to give a girl another big O.

He rises with a smirk, his face glistening under the moon. Pushing up on my elbows, the world is a fuzz, my body going through a spasm attack from his touch. Feliks glances at the window as if someone stands there, watching.

Like Dom in the fucking kitchen.

God, what am I doing?

Being an idiot.

First the twins and now Feliks? Again?

Feliks’ face comes into view, and like he senses something, his brow raises. “You alright? Did I hurt you?” Shaking my head helps to push the memory of earlier out of my mind. Mostly.

What the hell is wrong with me? These guys are my enemies, but instead of trying to escape, I’ve given two of them a blowie and one gave me a mind-bending orgasm.

“I shouldn’t have done that, huh?” he asks.

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

“But?” He reads my mind.

A small smile comes to my face. “But that was amazing.” His face lowers to mine, a satisfied smile on his face. And hell, I can’t help it. My lips press to his. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” He rolls beside me, pulling me against his chest. “But you’re gonna be a fucking problem, Mia Merlo.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Missing.

Nicholas is missing.

And I got an inkling of what that means.

My eyes stay fixed on the “missing” poster behind Vlad’s head in the SAA cafeteria. The room is as grandiose as the rest of campus with a long glass wall letting in the sunlight. It shines on glossy black tables and leather tufted sofas, origami birds decorating the ceiling.

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