Page 108 of A Taste Of Darkness

He looked up, mad at first but his expression softened. I forgot to knock, so I wasn’t surprised he looked mad. He’d been extra angry with everyone but me these past four days.

Just yesterday, Milo had someone killed because that guy thought my laughter was too cheery for this place, especially with Milo being so on edge. The day before that, Milo killed a guy because he said I looked like I’d be a great fuck.

I didn’t like that he got people killed because of me, but it was also kind of hot when he killed them himself.

I was very confused about my own feelings, to say the least.

“Not for food, no.” Milo’s eyes moved down my body, a smirk pulling on the corners of his lips. “Since when do you wear black?”

I pressed my lips into a thin line, refraining from smiling. “I went shopping with Dahlia and I figured black suits this place better than pink.” I twirled around, showing off my new dress.

“It’s beautiful, cuore mio, but if I see you in black one more time…”

My eyebrows raised and I crossed my arms over my chest. “Then what?”

I looked great in black, but honestly, it was too dark for me. I needed a little pink in my life.

Milo remained silent, ogling me as if I didn’t notice. In his mind, I was probably naked right now.

“You haven’t eaten all day,” I said, pretending I actually didn’t notice the way he was looking at me. Making my way over to my boyfriend, I snuck onto his lap.

“I’m working.”

He’d been working on the plans to move a couple of the members to Canada. I guess he was trying to figure out who’d be the best to move overseas—those who’d annoy him the least, probably. There was no doubt in my mind that this was going to take a couple of days if not weeks. Plus, he had to find a place to stay for each of them and handle other—probably more or less legal—documents.

I could survive a couple more days in this place. Well, considering that I was ready to spend the rest of my life here, a few more days weren’t going to hurt.

“Can you take a break?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

A hand of his squeezed my thigh while the other one traced along the seam of my dress. “For you? Always. What do you want to do?”

I smiled at him. “Well first, we should get you a little relaxed, right?”

His head cocked as he didn’t seem to understand what I was implying, at least until I pushed his chair back and got down on my knees.

I pushed his knees apart as I settled between his thighs.

“Sterlie,” he breathed. His hand cupped my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”

Despite my trembling hands, and the voice in my head that was sure I’d do a bad job, I really wanted to do this.

He sounded more nervous than I felt, though I wasn’t exactly sure why he was worried.

“Don’t you want me to?” I rested my hands on his thighs, not yet aiming to unbutton his pants.

His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, eyes watching his own movements. “Fuck, I do, cuore mio. I just never let anyone do it before.”

“Because of the control thing?”

He nodded.

My hands moved to unbutton his pants, slowly pulling on the zipper. “You can stop me whenever you want, Milo.”

“I know.” He smiled softly, then took a deep breath as he nodded for me to continue.

“I might suck, though.” I ran a hand over his covered, growing erection, rubbing him before reaching a hand into his pants.

“That’s what you’re supposed to do.” Milo winked, but before he could get any cockier, I wrapped my hand around his dick and pulled it right out of his pants.

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