Page 81 of Milo

His lips tickle my ear as he rasps, "The clue is 'covered, as in with chocolate'."

I can barely understand anything he's saying. All I hear is the sloshing of his fingers thrusting in and out of my dripping sex, his ragged breathing, the moans of ecstasy slipping from my lips.

"Dipped?" I offer breathlessly, my walls clenching around his fingers, my toes curling from the invigorating sensation.

Milo stops his ministrations, my needy body tensing. "Try again."

"Fuck…” Frustration courses through my veins. Damn sadist. I can't think right now. "I don't know."

"You do.” He whirls his fingers inside of me so faintly that I might die from discomfort. "What is the answer, tesoro?"

"I don't know.” Close. I’m so fucking close to climaxing. He increases the speed, the pressure, encouraging me to give him a better answer.

"Think, Kiara. Or I will stop. Covered, as in with chocolate."

"Oh my God!" My belly contracts as he flicks my clit. "Don't stop."

"You are in control, bella. It is in your hands."

I writhe on his lap, his hard-on pressing into my ass. "I don't fucking know! Soaked?"

"Yes, you are," he laughs. "But not the correct answer."

I lied. I fucking despise him. Evil, horrible man.

"Milo," I beg as he slows down again. "Please..."

"Last chance. Think, Kiara. You know the answer."

"I don't know!" I bite my lip, trapped in a cage of literal goddamn torture. "Coated?"

"Good girl."

Milo's grip tightens around my body. His hand snakes around the base of my throat as he dives his fingers deep, deep inside me, every movement harder, faster, more aggressive as I shudder, squirm, buck in his grasp.

"Come, Kiara."

And I do, exploding in a wave of rapturous release, my chest expanding, my body blotchy, red, content. I open my eyes as Milo pulls his fingers out of my sex, my heart racing with adrenaline.

He smirks with glowing pride, satisfaction. “See? You are good at crosswords. You just need the correct—" He licks his lips. "Incentive."

"Funny." I try to scowl at him but my entire being is humming in a sated daze. "You are a cruel man."

"Perhaps." He cocks his head, a lopsided grin on his face. "But you are also a very cruel woman." I sit up, attempting to adjust my skirt, my inner thighs wet and sticky. “Do you know you talk in your sleep?"

His softening erection presses against my hip. Are we not addressing that? "I talk in my sleep?”

"Yes." He curls his fingers under my jaw, brushing his soft lips against mine. "You kept saying my name. It took a lot of self-control not to wake you with my cock. Very cruel of you, tesoro."

My eyes spring open. I said his name? Goddamn subconscious.

I rest my palm against his chest. "I'm shocked you didn’t. Seems very out of character."

"All creatures must evolve.” He tucks a wayward strand of hair behind my ear as he lifts me to my feet. "Plus—" He smirks. "You deserved an undisturbed sleep."

"Deserved?" In a slight daze, my gaze flits down to a dark blotch on his pant leg, my cheeks immediately blazing with embarrassment. "Oh my God."

He follows my sightline, his lips quirking up into a mischievous grin. “What a bad day to wear grey. I hope no one sees."

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