Page 62 of Petals for Vicious Secrets

His hand continued stroking down the skin behind her ear, down her neck. There was something very different in his eyes now. Something that made her core tighten.

“You are playing a very dangerous game,” Lenna said, unable to take her eyes from his full lips as he slowly bit his bottom one.

Her blood was boiling, speeding through her veins as she felt her heartbeat fastening. She wanted this so badly. She had wanted it for weeks. For months, even. But it was not just desire, the game being played here. There was something deeper, something meaningful. Something she should truly be scared about. But somehow, the need wanted to overcome the fear. Even if she knew, she was going to regret it.

Jake’s hand continued moving down her chest, the blanket dropping to the floor as his fingers pushed it away, revealing her breasts, her peaked nipples. His eyes darkened into a gray shade as he inhaled sharply at the sight.

“I warned you. I told you I love to test the limits, to push and break established boundaries. I don't give a shit if the land collapses underneath us. All I want is to play this dangerous game with you, sweet fire. I don't mind getting burned.”

Because two heirs would make the land collapse, but Lenna couldn’t find a part of her that gave a shit about that either. Not as she saw the powerful length hardening against his pants. Not as he moved his other hand until both were circling her breasts. His fingers gently pinched her nipples, making her back arch. She felt a slight pain in her back, but she didn’t care. She needed more.

She grabbed his hands and pulled them towards the floor, making him lay down where the blanket spread on the stone floor of the cell. She pushed a few dark strands of his hair away from his face as she lay above him, their exposed chests touching, their fast breaths joining.

His hands gripped her ass tightly, her core aching against the clothes that separated her from his very hard cock. The cock she needed to taste. The cock she needed to feel in so many places.

His silver eyes penetrated her as he said, the corner of his lips curling upwards, “You want more, sweet fire?”

Lenna licked his neck and pushed harder against his cock, making him grab her ass tighter. She squeezed a hand between their bodies and stroked all his length through his clothes, making Jake gasp. “Didn’t you say you want to play with fire?”

“I would love to,” he said as she continued stroking his hardness, over and over. “But you need to beg first. I want you to beg me to fuck you.”

“Entitled asshole,” Lenna spat, removing her hand from his pants.

Jake chuckled, holding her arms with his and turning Lenna around gently, carefully dropping her onto the blanket so she didn’t feel the pain in her wounds. He spoke into her ear, making her shiver, “I’m waiting, Brachyan.”

“Wait all you want,” she spat. Her back arched as his head lowered and his tongue played with her nipple. His tongue was deliciously warm and wet, and she immediately wanted it somewhere else. Everywhere else. He kept circling her nipple with his tongue, his hand sliding under her laced underwear to where she needed him most. But the hand stayed there, waiting.

Her hands grabbed the muscles on his chest and pulled him towards her face. “I don’t beg,” she said as her hands admired his pectorals and abs. Cardinals spare her if this man wasn’t the hottest she had ever touched. But even for him, she wouldn’t beg. There was no reason to.

As if he had read her mind, he pushed his waist against hers, that extraordinary hardness moving up and down against her clit, masturbating her across the Cardinals-damned clothes. She couldn’t resist her moan.

“You don’t beg, you don’t get, sweet fire,” he whispered, his lips so close to hers that she felt them moving with each word.

She grabbed his head with both hands and pushed his mouth into hers, both tongues greeting each other in a wet dance of challenge and heat. Jake moved his cock against her core faster, deeper, and Lenna needed to get the fucking clothes out of the way.

But a panomquake shook the ground as if it the world was going to end, chunks of the ceiling falling around them. On them. Jake jumped to the side to avoid dropping his weight into her body, and that sound—that was his skin ripping again, and that was blood dripping.

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Hope

“Stop!” Nina shouted again, tears in her light blue eyes as she pushed her body out of the tunnel. Aurora was ready to follow without hesitation. Both hadn’t been hurt by the panomquake, luckily.

The man with dark blue eyes and shoulder-long, smooth dark hair was not looking at Nina anymore. The man with two blades stuck in his shoulder joints was looking at Hope as he lifted a hand and removed one blade from his body, dropping it onto the floor. He did a circular movement with his hand, and the blood stopped pouring from the insertion point.

Panom. This being was a fully powered panom. And her blades maybe weren’t enough, but if she knocked him out, then he surely couldn’t fix himself.

Hope didn’t give him time to remove the other blade. In three leaps, Hope was behind the man, climbing on his back as her arms locked his neck from behind, her knees held his arms on the sides. She didn’t take his ability to breathe, though. Not yet.

This man had dodged her blades when he had been paying attention. He was extremely fast. If she had locked him like this without opposition…

The scent of his shoulder-long, smooth hair next to her face was overwhelming. This man was made of night and pine. She could have sworn he was inhaling her scent as well, closing his eyes as Hope asked Nina, “Why should I stop?”

The panom didn’t reply, as if he somehow knew that no matter what he said, Hope wouldn’t trust him. Instead, he removed his hand from Hope’s knee lock, and lifted it as if to remove her from him.

No, not her. The blade. He wanted to remove the blade from his other shoulder. As if that was a nuisance, not having a woman hanging from his back who had her arms wrapped around a must-have part of his body in order to breathe.

Hope didn’t let her body react at the shock of seeing a shiny hand grabbing the hilt of her blade and removing it from his shoulder with ease. The same hand traced a quick circle over the wound where blood leaked from, and the skin healed. The tinge of copper smell disappeared with it.

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