Page 84 of Smoke and Mirrors

That makes him a hero.

I lift my right leg and brace my knee on the sofa next to him, lifting the other and doing the same so I’m straddling him. “If I can’t draw you out by being your light, I guess I’ll just have to come to you in the dark,” I tell him, dipping my head slowly until my mouth is right next to his ear. “Fuck me,” I whisper, the words falling from my lips so easily.

His muscles twitch under me, but he still doesn’t move. He’s fighting it, thinking he will infect me with his shadows, but that’s exactly what I want. We’re like two different beings—until now, I’d had no idea about the anger and corruption in the world. It has never affected me before. And Kace has grown up, knowing only a world of hate and being forced to fight against it, or so he thought.

It’s only now I’m seeing that trying to drag him into the light and forcing him to forget that is a pointless battle. And he will never let me be pulled under by that world he knows so well.

So we have to meet in the middle.

“You don’t have to hide yourself from me,” I tell him quietly as I run my lips over his now clean-shaven jaw. “I want it all, every beaten and broken piece of you.”

I squeal as I’m suddenly thrown onto my back, looking up to see Kace looming over me. His hands move to my wrists, pressing them into the soft sofa almost painfully as he settles himself between my legs.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he whispers, his voice like gravel.

“I know exactly what I’m asking,” I fire back. “Now, give it to me.”

His hands move in a flash, gripping the front of my bra. His muscles bulge, and the material tears. I gasp as the air hits my nipples, automatically hardening them into tiny buds. The torn pieces of my beautiful new bra fall to the sides.

He eyes my breasts as they heave up and down, my breathing becoming heavy and excited.

“So fucking beautiful. So goddamn innocent,” he mutters as he runs his hand, palm pressed to my skin, up the center of my abdomen and between my breasts. Just when I think he’s going to stop, he finds my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, he just lays his hand there.

His eyes meet mine, and I stare him down. He’s giving me a warning, letting me know the kind of power and skill he holds in him. It’s a chance to say no, to change my mind. But I won’t.

I’m with him.

All or fucking nothing.

I lift my chin slightly, daring him to take it further. I see the understanding in his eyes, and his other hand moves to my panty line. I lick my lips as his finger slips under and runs over the lips of my pussy.

“You like this? This turns you on?” he growls, his fingers moving deeper to find my clit.

I inhale sharply through my nose. “No,” I answer breathlessly. “You. You turn me on, Kace. It’s not about how you act or what you say. It’s just you.”

He applies a little pressure, and his fingers flick over my clit as his eyes stay focused on my face, gauging my reaction. My body begins to buzz and tingle, the sensations moving through me. My eyes roll back, and I lift my hips, pleading for more. Just when I think he’s going to tighten his hand on my neck, his thumb begins to stroke at the soft skin.

“Please…” I whisper, “… more.”

The smirk on his face has my eyes widening.

“Turn over,” he demands, releasing me completely.

I roll over, watching him as he takes his two fingers and presses them to his mouth. His tongue snakes out, licking them. I roll onto my stomach, unable to stop my body from wiggling in anticipation.

Kace takes each of my legs, bending them under me, so it pushes my ass into the air with my upper body still pressed against the sofa. The roughness against my nipples excites me, and I rub them back and forth, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through me.

A sharp slap on my ass cheek has me yelping and pushing up.

“I’ll give you what you need, you don’t take it.” Another slap to the other side has me freezing, my breathing now heavy, and my pussy almost dripping with anticipation. His hand runs over both cheeks, soothing the sting and pulling me apart, making me sink into the cushions.

My panties are pulled down, leaving them to sit around my knees.

He’s silent. I want to see him and touch him, but I just wait. Kace needs to come to me. I need him to see that I am his, and I’m willing to do almost anything if it means us being together.

When a wet tongue slides through my folds, I let out a long groan, and my eyes flutter closed. It disappears, and I almost whimper with loss before it’s suddenly on me again, sucking at my clit. I press back against his face. It almost feels like a punishment. He’s relentless, licking, sucking, swirling his tongue around my clit like it’s his favorite ice cream.

I clutch the cushion beneath me in my fists. “Oh God,” I moan which only encourages him more.

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