Page 79 of Scorned

Not being able to stare at something I wasn’t sure I could have, I dropped my head, looking at my clasped hands. “I’m fine.”

“Nellie had permission to call her mom. Peach and Ravage decided to allow her so they could eavesdrop and possibly gather more information. Plus, they aren’t really prisoners.”

I snickered, thinking about the ways the situation could’ve been avoided. “Maybe Peach and Ravage should have involved us in their plans and I wouldn’t have choked her. Or maybe we should’ve interrogated her as soon as we thought she was a rat so I could’ve killed her already.”

“In case you were wondering, she’s fine, but she’s scared of you now.”

I didn’t respond to Lyric as I thought about the situation.

When I saw Nellie crying, I felt slightly bad, and I mean slightly. Only a small fraction, almost unnoticeable, and definitely not enough that I wouldn’t do it again.

With her potential alliance to Venom, everyone’s life in this camp was in constant risk. If killing her would’ve saved completely innocent people who’d been dragged into this shit show, like April and baby Scarlet, then Nellie’s death would’ve been justified.

Does that make me a villain?

The room stayed silent for what felt like eternity before the wood floor creaked. “I forgive you for lying,” Lyric said, moving toward me. “I know you did it to protect Sage, because she would’ve insisted on going, but she wasn’t ready for any missions. She’s barely ready now.”

I nodded, still avoiding her eyes.

“And you being the kind of person who risks pissing off his girlfriend to save her best friend’s life . . . makes me love you even more.”

Now in front of me, she laid her soft hands on my cheeks, forcing me to gaze upwards. Her hooded eyes conveyed everything she wanted as she peered down at me.

“And it’s okay if you don’t love me, Winston, because like we said before, we can be happy for now.” I opened my mouth to say something, but she moved her hands to my shoulders, shoving me farther back into the chair. “I know you want me and that’s enough.”

She lowered herself onto my lap and I let out a light moan. “You have no idea how bad I want you, mama.”

“Yes, I do,” she whispered seductively only inches from my face. “I can feel how bad you want me.”

Lyric was so mesmerizing I hadn’t even realized my cock throbbed, pressing hard against my pants, until she pointed it out.

With a sexual power I’d barely seen from her before, she grabbed my wrists and forced my hands to clasp her breasts. “Touch me, fuck me, feed off me. Do whatever you want. As long as we’re together, I don’t care.”

She rocked her hips forward, eliciting a small moan from us both. The frantic need to be inside of her swirled in my groin and I slid my hands to the bottom of her crop top, pulling it off her. Lyric’s breasts perfectly matched her body with larger brown nipples and areolas. I couldn’t resist sucking one into my mouth, and she let out a whimper, digging her nails into my shoulders.

Her lure was strong, the sweet lilacs seducing my senses as much as she was, causing my balls to ache. Unable to endure it any longer, I let go of her breasts, only for her to immediately seize my hands, pinning them against my chest.

“Keep them there.”

I lifted a brow. “But you told me to do whatever I want.”

Lyric laid her finger over my lips, shushing me.

Despite being the possessive one in our relationship, I was completely accepting of her taking charge of my body. My heart, on the other hand . . . wasn’t ready to be released to her yet.

She slid off my lap and kneeled in front of me before removing my black and white Adidas, tossing them to the side. Her fingers moved elegantly as she trailed them up my legs like she was on a stage playing piano in front of a million people, not stopping until she got to my groin. She slowly unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper, causing my dick to twitch, dying to be set free. Moving her hands to my side, she pulled on my pants and I lifted myself to expedite their removal.

Her soft breasts pressed against my thighs as she leaned in and took my shaft in her hand. I had the best view ever, barely breathing as I watched her slowly kiss and lick her way up my length until she reached the head of my cock. She sucked it into her mouth and I hissed in a breath through my teeth.

The warm wetness made my muscles tense and my hands instinctively went to her hair, but before I had a chance to tighten my fingers into it, she swatted at my thigh.

My hands trembled and I needed somewhere to put them other than my chest, so I clutched the edge of the chair tightly, holding on for dear life as she took me completely in. Her cheeks hollowed out and the tightness of the hold she had on me caused a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen.

“Fuck, mama. You need to stop.”

Even though I was dying to come in her mouth, I desperately needed to be inside of her, so I suppressed my orgasm for a few more seconds before she finally released her grip, leaving me completely breathless.

She used my thighs to push herself off the ground, then took a few steps backward. Her moves were sensual and slow as she peeled off her leggings, revealing those beautiful, pink lace panties. I wanted to grab her, yank her forward, and rip them off with my teeth, but since she was in charge now, I kept my hands to myself.

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