Page 167 of Dare To Live

“You remember how the game worked, don’t you?” I lean closer and rest my mouth close to her ear. “How about one last game before we leave here?”

I take the blindfold from her and place it over her eyes. She doesn’t stop me from tying it in place. Standing, I reach for her hands. “Trust me, Ari.”

I guide her to her feet and lead her along the path and into the cemetery. The tomb is on the far side, and I move slowly over the grass until we reach the steps.

“Careful, you need to step down here.”

“Eli—”

“Trust me.”

We step down and I pull open the door.

“Duck. I don’t want you to hit your head.”

“Eli, wait. I know where we are. I don’t want to. I’m not ready for this.” Her voice is panicked, and she snatches her hand free and reaches for the blindfold.

I catch her fingers and pull them away. “Trust me.”

She resists when I try to pull her forward, shaking her head.

Dropping her hand, I cup her face between my palms. “Do you remember the very first time I brought you here?” I brush my lips over hers. “Can you remember how it felt? Capture that feeling, Ari.”

I take her hand again and this time she lets me guide her inside.

“Take three steps forward.” I echo the words I said to her all those years ago.

Her tongue sweeps over her lips, and she swallows. “Can … Can I take the blindfold off?”

“No.” Resting my hands on her shoulders, I turn her so her back is to the Churchill Bradley’s stone coffin, then ease her back until her ass hits it.

“Eli—” Her voice trembles.

Running my fingers down her arm, I circle her wrist, lift her hand, and flatten it against her stomach.

“Why did I bring you here that first time?”

“Because …” She clears her throat. “Because you thought Miles had—”

“I remember the exact words you used.” I slide our fingers down her stomach to the waistband of her pants. “You told me he licked you between the legs five times, and I was so fucking angry that you’d let him get that close to you.” I push our hands into her yoga pants. “What did I do?”

“You used your fingers on me until I was on the edge, and then you left me here.”

“And you were aching, weren’t you, Kitten? Your clit was throbbing because you needed to come, and I left you hanging.” Our entwined fingers slide over her pussy. She’s wet, and as our fingertips brush over her clit, her entire body shudders. “What happened the next time I brought you here?”

I push a finger inside her. Her hand pulls free to grip my arm, and her lips part on a soft moan.

“Answer the question, Kitten. What happened the second time I brought you here?”

“It was the first time you made me come with your mouth.”

“That’s right, but first I made you strip. You stood here, naked, in front of me. Not knowing who you were baring your body to. You were wet, hot, and so fucking beautiful I could barely stop myself from bending you over and fucking you. But I didn’t give you my dick that day, I gave you my tongue.”

I pull my finger free and take a step back. “Strip, Kitten.”

She hesitates.

“What’s wrong, Arabella? Don’t you want my tongue between your legs, licking your clit? Do you remember how it felt when I spread you open, while you were blindfolded, and tongue-fucked you?”

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