Page 69 of Riot

It might be toxic, but I don’t fucking care.

He stares at me with those dark eyes and kisses my hand again. “I can wait. Don’t rush to tell me.” The bastard grins. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Isn’t that the truth?

Although everyone else in my life has walked away from me, I know Kage never will.

He’ll stay until the very end.

He’ll make them all liars.

“I think I’ll need a greenhouse soon,” I say with a laugh, needing to change the subject before I cry or worse—tell him how I feel. That’s something entirely more terrifying.

He grins. “Then I’ll build you one,” he murmurs as he lifts my bare leg, my robe parting as he presses a kiss to my leg and lowers to his knees.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he yanks my chair closer and runs his nose up my leg.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m having breakfast.” He smirks.

“The staff will be here soon.” I gasp as he pushes my robe open and rubs his nose over my pussy.

“Then they will see me worshiping my girl.” He shrugs, throwing my leg over his arm to give him better access.

I should protest, but I widen my legs, leaning back.

I’m unable to say no to him, especially when I want him just as much.

Sensing I’m sore, he softly brushes his lips across my clit and pussy, teasing me with little kisses that slowly wind me up. The gradual, burning desire has me sighing in ecstasy as I lean into my chair while his fingers tease my hole, shallowly fucking me.

His hands slide up my robe and parts it, revealing my body to his hungry gaze. He slowly glides his lips up along my stomach, his touch possessive and tender.

I watch him reach up to the table and grab one of the flowers he sent me. He turns his head and kisses it before dragging it up my body.

Kage runs the soft petals across my nipples, making me gasp as they tighten and tingle at the touch. I watch silently as he runs the flower down my abdomen to my pussy and gently teases it over my clit.

He drives me mad. The pressure isn’t enough, yet my hips tilt anyway, and pleasure rolls through me as his fingers continue their slow assault.

He watches me the entire time, obsession and love in his dark eyes. “So beautiful,” he murmurs. “My beautiful ice queen.”

“Kage,” I whisper.

Pressing the flower harder against my clit, he rubs it faster, and despite being sore and tired, I explode again with a whine.

He pulls the wet flower away and kisses my clit before sliding up my body. Kage brushes the flower across my lips before pressing his lips to mine. “I love you, Fallon. I have since I was eighteen years old. I will love you until I’m eighty, until the day I die. I’ll spend every single day loving you, and I’ll die with a smile on my face knowing we will meet each other in our next life because our souls were born to be together. We are a forever kind of thing.”

As I stare into his eyes, I realize I’m starting to believe him.

THIRTY-FOUR

Kage has given me back some confidence I didn’t even know I lost. I feel untouchable with him.

I leave him on a phone call with his label, and instead of calling my driver, I grab the keys to one of my favorite cars—a sky blue McLaren Elva—and head toward the studio. The top is down, and I grin as I sing along to the radio. I had an idea for a song this morning after talking with Kage, and I want to get it down before I forget. The midmorning sun heats my exposed shoulders, my Prada tank tucked into some flare jeans. It’s a casual outfit for me, but the way Kage’s eyes ate me up as I blew him a kiss goodbye made me think I need to wear something like this more often.

My phone starts to ring, interrupting my song, and I hit the accept button.

“Sweetheart, you can’t come in looking like that when I can’t touch you and then leave.” I can hear the pout in his voice. “When are you coming home? Ice misses you.”

“Uh-huh, just Ice?” I tease as I switch lanes and accelerate.

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