Page 27 of Lillian

I did that. Hurt her. All because I was too much of a coward to fight for her and my sister at the same time.

Not anymore. Tonight, tomorrow, and everyday after that, I will make it right.

The emcee calls up the last name, drawing Lillian’s attention, and then says something about us being free to go to our rooms.I’m not paying much attention though, still unable to look away from my date for the evening.

I still can’t believe my luck.

“Well?” Lillian asks impatiently.

“Hmm?” I respond, breaking out of my reverie and wracking my brain for what she just asked me or what she’s waiting on.

Somehow, I manage to hide my grin as she rolls her eyes at me, ruffles around in the bag, and brandishes the golden skeleton key.

“We’re number four. So room four,” she huffs as she turns the key for me to see and then pushes past me. Heels click against the floor, and her dress rises up a little with each step, drawing my gaze to the soft skin exposed.

My dick twitches in anticipation. I know exactly what it feels like to be buried in between those legs, and fuck if I’m not ready to get back there with her. Four years has done nothing to dim the desire I feel for her.

“Stop looking at my ass, Lincoln,” she huffs without even looking back at me.

I laugh, “Make me, Frasier.” She stops so suddenly I have to suck in my gut to stop from running into her. “What are yo–”

“Don’t call me that,” she says, whipping around and pointing a finger at me. Strands of blonde hair smack my chin at the speed she turns to me with. Cheeks tint red with her indignation, and I hold up my free hand in supplication, the other hand still holding the bag I was handed from the stage.

A couple passes us on my left and does their best not to stare at the couple arguing in a sex club hallway.

“Sorry, okay? I won’t.” Her eyes search mine before rolling and turning away. “Didn’t used to care…” I mutter under my breath, so low she shouldn’t be able to hear me. The tightening of her shoulders tells me she did, though.

When she gets to room four, she doesn’t wait on me. Simply inserts the key, turns it, and pushes the door open.

As I shut the door behind me, Lil makes a small, choked sound. The room, at a first glance, looks romantic, if not underwhelming. The lighting is low, there’s a huge bed in the center, a mini fridge to the right, and a large wooden cabinet directly across it.

The bathroom is immediately off from the door, so I peek my head in to find a glass shower and a jacuzzi tub that I’m already conjuring ways to convince Lillian to join me in later.

A click sounds from where Lillian has walked the rest of the way into the room. “Oh my God,” she whispers, pink tingeing her cheeks as she stares wide-eyed in the cabinet she opened.

My chest touches her back as I stand close enough behind her to see what she’s looking at. Not that it’s necessary, but I’ll take what I can get. She’s so focused on what’s in the cabinet that she doesn’t even push me away or berate me. Momentarily, she’s forgotten she still hates me.

I can see why.

Inside the Victorian-style cabinet is exactly what I imagined would litter the room. Instead, they’ve hidden them for a discreet look. Center stage in the cabinet is a cross with restraints at each of the four points to secure wrists and ankles. The doors of the cabinet have a sex swing on one side—looking around the room, I see some bolts where you’d hook it—various floggers, a spreader bar, a ball gag, vibrators, and plugs.

Slowly and with what seems like a large amount of trepidation, Lillian raises a hand and runs soft fingers over the floggers, feeling them out.

“They’re not going to bite, Fr–...Lil,” I correct myself, teasing her.

A breath is knocked out of me as she throws back an elbow into my gut.

“I know that,” she snarks as I laugh.

“Then why’d you look like you were about to jump out of your skin?” She juts out a hip, and I have to casually put my hands into my pant pockets to stop from reaching out and resting them there instead.

“Maybe because you were dry-humping my back while I was looking.” Accusation laces her words as she folds her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up and drawing my gaze.

The minx doesn’t even know how easily she affects me.

“Don’t,” she warns, pointing her finger at me.

“Don’t what?” My voice comes out thick with desire.

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