Page 89 of The Duplicity of Thieves

Chapter seventeen

Josephine

After I spent the night at Aedon’s things shifted. I’ve avoided him for the most part. Well, I’ve tried, but I find myself coming back almost every night. The few times I haven’t, he doesn’t say anything about it or complain. Stafford has been throwing me small jobs since his strange confrontation with me, as if he knows I’ve become apprehensive of him. The jobs have been simple and quick. Not enough to satiate my blood lust.

Aedon hasn’t said a word when I show up with spatters of blood on my clothes, or when it’s dried in my nail beds.

He promised me he wouldn’t leave me alone. It’s something no one else has ever promised. Everyone has always done everything they could to leave me alone. I’ll admit that I haven’t done much to change that. I’ve leaned into it. Vivian was right. Killian hurt me. But so did Kate, and so did everyone else. Even if it was unintentional.

I catch him looking at me sometimes. I could swear he’s glad that I’m there. He hasn’t asked any more about the things I said that night in my exhausted state, or about the person who is going to kill me, even though I know he wants to. He’ll bring it up soon, but until then I’m going to live in denial.

It was hot the way he got jealous of Killian. He had clenched his jaw and tightened his grip around me. We haven’t had sex since that first night, and I’ve been at war with myself on if I should. There have been times where I’ve almost done something about it. We’ve been eye fucking, but he hasn’t made a move other than to hold me, which feels better than I thought it ever could for a ruthless bitch like me.

He probably doesn’t want to push me too far. Doomed or not, I’m still a flight risk in his eyes. I don’t want to tell him I’m not. I like the way he doesn’t underestimate me.

Sometimes he isn’t home, but when he returns, he just comes and pulls me to him. Other times he pours me a drink and cooks us food. It’s like he knows what I need. I probably wouldn’t eat if it wasn’t for him. Vivian’s biggest worry was that I would starve to death because I would always forget. Ironic.

We talk sometimes, but we can sit in comfortable silence, too. Sometimes he asks me about my day, but he never pries when I just say no. I know he wants to know where it is I go to. It’s funny to watch that glint in his eyes when I give him some bullshit non-answer. He’ll shake his head and give me a pleading smile.

I often read while he does whatever it is he does at his desk. The small library he's accumulated is full of knowledge, and a surprising amount of fiction. There is so much, that when I slipped the Grimoire into a corner for safe keeping, he never noticed it.

I’m sitting on the floor against the armchair in his office, not able to focus on the book I’m trying to read about the Burning. I haven’t been there long, having slipped in quietly twenty minutes ago. I got three pages in before I became distracted. The sexual tension is thick in the air. Aedon’s muscled back is to me. He didn’t bother putting a shirt on, and it feels like he’s taunting me. I sigh, wishing he was pulling me onto his lap and touching me.

One shoulder muscle ripples, Just a small motion acknowledging he heard me. I sigh again, louder this time. His back straightens, but he doesn’t turn to look at me. It’s irritating and aggravating. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. My brain screams at him. Between my legs there has been heat torturing me since I first got here.

He shuffles some papers on his desk. This time I moan. Aedon leans back in his chair, fingers dancing on his knee. He’s fidgeting but pretending not to hear me. This is a game. He wants me to say what I want, but I can’t cave.

I moan again, louder and higher. Fucking look at me.

Aedon stills, not moving a muscle. Every single part of his body is tense. My cunt throbs. I need him to fuck me, or I might die. My pride wins out, and I still don’t say anything. We’re having a standoff, and Aedon must have an insane amount of self-control. I slide my hand into my shorts to give myself relief.

“Don’t.” He isn’t looking at me, but his command is clear. It’s a small win, but hardly. I can feel a new rush of slickness between my legs. I want him so badly.

“Aedon?” I moan.

He turns in his chair, facing me with eyes that are two oceans of lust. “Yes, love?”

His voice is thick with hunger sending more electric signals between my thighs. My stomach lurches and my body aches.

“I’m bored.” I can hardly speak it because my need for him is growing to the point where I can barely think about anything except for his dick.

“What would you like to do, love?” Now he’s laying it on thick. Each time he says ‘love’ there’s a pulse. He knows. I can play that game, too.

“Aedon,” I groan again. I can see his hardened length against his pants.

“We could go for a walk,” his velvety voice suggests.

“I don’t want to walk.” I rock forward, discarding the book, and crawl to him, settling on my knees between his. “I want to ride.”

He bites the inside of his cheek and leans down. “Ride me, then,” he challenges.

I undo the button to his pants and practically tear them off. I discard his t-shirt that engulfs my body and tear off my shorts as fast as I can. He’s the sexiest man alive, sitting in his office chair looking down at me. His dick is hard, standing straight up, waiting for me. I straddle him, laying his shaft in between my folds with the tip at my clit. I’m so fucking wet that it should be a crime.

Aedon doesn’t move. He’s going to make me fuck him since I wouldn’t ask. Gladly. I slide over him, feeling every orgasmic inch. My head falls back, and I whimper at the friction. A growl emits from him. I watch for his reaction, and he’s drinking me in, but not touching.

Touch me, touch me, touch me.

If he won’t do it, I’ll make him. I lift myself up, position him at my opening, and guide him in. He’s biting his cheek so hard that it must be bleeding. I slide down as I work him in. My cunt stretches, trying to fit around his cock. I’m almost to the hilt, but it’s so much that I have to adjust, and the last inch catches me off guard. I almost forgot what he feels like. No wonder I’ve been so wound up. My vision is red, and my pussy is throbbing.

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