Page 23 of House of Lies

“What are you doing?”

She pushes against my hold. I assume that Mattia never bothered to lick her pussy until she became a trembling mess. Fuck, he didn’t even bother to kiss her. Settling myself between her legs, I trace her slit with my tongue. She’s so fucking wet already. For me. Not for him. She can fight me on this, but I will have my way. Placing my hands on her ass, I bring her closer to the edge of the desk while I bury my tongue and feast on her like I’m starving. Caelia clenches her fingers on the edge of the desk, mumbling something incomprehensible as my tongue slips inside her, and I lick and suck on her clit until she cries out. Her hips lift off the edge of the desk, and she falls back immediately, unsure of herself.

“Ride my face, Wildfire. I know you want to.”

I lift my eyes to meet hers. I press my tongue on her clit, not moving until she’s going to take what she needs from me. The fact that Mattia was such a screw-up works in my favor. I can give her everything he didn’t bother. Caelia moves one hand into my hair, keeping me in place. I smirk shamelessly as she lifts her hips, grinding against my mouth. I’m slowly coming to my senses. I’m angry. Grieving. But none of this is her fault. My heartbeat is slowing down as I push a finger inside her, feeling her stretching as I add another one.

“You all right?” My voice is hoarse. She nods, her hair covering half of her face. “Look at me,” I ask. She does what she’s told. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

This might not be real for her, but it is for me. I’m eating her pussy on the desk of her husband. My twin brother. And I feel no remorse about any of it. I keep my eyes on her while I lick circles around her clit, fucking her with my fingers. I’ve been thinking about this since before I met her. It’s been fucking torture to go to sleep in the same bed night after night after I made her come on my fingers, moan in my mouth, and rub her ass against my cock like she needed more. I want to take things slowly with her, for whatever reason I can’t precisely comprehend. I want her ready and needy. I want her to crave me like the air she breathes. Like I crave her.

“Fuck, I?—”

She swallows, her head falling back and her lips parting. I’m as good as gone when she bites her lower lip, a deep moan escaping her throat.

“Do you want me to stop?” I tease her.

“No, fuck. I ... Yes ... No ... Oh, God!”

“Which one is it?”

I bend my fingers in her tight pussy, breathing in her arousal. This woman is going to be the death of me. I will die a lucky man if my life ends like this. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, her entire body quivering.

“Don’t stop.”

“You’re not allowed to come until my cock’s inside you, Wildfire. Not until I feel your tight pussy stretching around me, taking me as deep as you can. Begging for my cum.”

I stop. It takes all my willpower to do it, but somehow I manage. She looks at me with wild eyes, blinking like she’s coming down from a high.

I stand up, unbuttoning my slacks. She’s still splayed on the desk, but her face goes blank.

“What’s wrong?” I frown, caressing her thigh.

“Nothing.” She shakes her head, looking scared.

“Something’s wrong. What is it?”

She purses her lips, trying to decide if she can trust me or not. She has no reason to do so. I know that.

“Is this how it’s going to be again?”

She’s talking about something Mattia used to do, but I have no fucking idea what.

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you going to bend me over your desk and fuck me with your clothes on, like you always did?”

“No.”

I would despise myself if I reminded her again of something he used to do to. If I put her through that pain again. The need to be inside her is running too deep in my veins to think about undressing, but I stop and take off my tie. Caelia stands at the edge of the desk, reaching out for me. I have to assure her that her worst nightmare will not repeat itself. Taking a step closer, I cup her face and kiss her.

“Undress me,” I ask her. She slowly unbuttons my shirt, her fingers trembling. “I need you to tell me when something bothers you, whatever it is.”

I can’t guess. I gathered a lot of information about Mattia. I have studied him for years to become him. But their marriage was always a closed book—or so it seemed—because of Sevastyan. I’ll drive myself crazy wondering how many things I could’ve known about her had I taken the matter into my own hands.

“It might be more criticism than you can handle.” She smiles, nibbling at my lower lip.

“I’m tougher than I look,” I promise her, smirking.

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