Page 96 of His Cursed Heart

Pride.

"Like Papa?" His question makes my parents tense.

Althea looks at him and brushes her fingers through

his hair.

"Yeah. He's the Boss of Outfit." She's so patient with him, so good. Like a mother is to her child.

Vincent turns to me and his eyes sparkle. What is this little devil planning now?

"We need to celebrate, Keaton."

"I appreciate it, bud, but-"

"We'll watch all the Iron Man movies!" He lifts his fists in the air in excitement.

Great.

I stop the movie with the remote and carefully I pick the boy from the couch in my arms. We watched all three Iron Man movies and thirty minutes from the first Spiderman. The little devil made me sit my ass for the entire day in the living room and watch all these movies. I even had to ask for permission to go to the bathroom.

Althea would come at us and give us snacks and drinks, laughing when she saw me so interested in the actions.

The little shit is right. This Marvel universe is amazing.

I walk slowly to his room, opening the door to meet Scarface with a grumpy expression.

I put Vince in the bed, putting the blanket over him and I stare at his little peaceful face. His nose scrunches at something from his dream and I smile softly.

I stroke his hair gently and I open the lamp from his desk. Thousands of stars are on the walls and I know he'll be good.

I leave his room and I go into the bedroom but it's

empty. I look into the bathroom also but no sign of my wife.

I go toward her art room and I knock slowly. When no one answers I put my hand on the doorknob and open it. A lamp is lighting the room and I see my vixen with her headphones on and in her full artist mode.

It's so sexy seeing her so focused on adding details and being so confident about what she's doing.

I let my gaze lean over the painting she's doing and my breath gets stuck in my throat.

Althea is adding some shadows to the cigar ash that is on the girl's pussy. Lower is... me. She painted my face like it's a photo. My green eyes that are staring into my real ones with my mouth open, swallowing her clit. She painted herself without panties. One of my hands is buried in her thigh and her hands are in my hair.

Jesus fucking Christ she's amazing. I always wondered how I look from her perspective and now... now I know.

I feel my cock pulse and my heart beat. A lethal combination when it comes to her.

Still clueless of my presence in this room, Althea bites her lower lip. I groan at the sight of her and I can't control myself.

You talk to me by touching me! How can I trust you when all you do is confusing me.

Maybe I don't like being touched by you.

My little fucking liar.

I walk toward her until my back meets hers and I feel her tense. I lower my head so I can kiss her neck and then I let my tongue dance on her soft skin. I moan when her taste fills my being. When her perfume possesses me.

With one hand I keep her steady and with my other

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