Page 18 of Seeds of Sorrow

“You shouldn’t have threatened me,” Peyton retorted, her tongue peeking out to trace the fresh wound on her lip.

“Oh, sweet girl, you should have listened to my threats. You saw something you shouldn’t have and now you’re trapped.”

A shiver ran down Peyton’s spine and she opened her mouth to snark back, only to have it captured in another kiss. This one was rougher and more desperate, Hadina pushing Peyton further into the bed by her throat. Peyton let out a groan as Hadina’s tongue pried her lips apart, invading her mouth and overloading her senses.

She knew it was a bad idea, whatever was happening between them, but it felt so good and so she decided she didn’t care enough to stop. Peyton had always been the good girl, so maybe it was time to set herself free.

Her hands found Hadina’s hips and tugged the woman closer. Hadina ground down, creating a euphoric friction on her sensitive core through their pants. Peyton closed her eyes, losing herself to the kiss while wishing that it could last forever.

Hadina sat back, releasing Peyton’s throat so she could remove her shirt. Once she was free of her top layers, Peyton began to feel self-conscious. She lifted a hand to cover herself but Hadina batted it away. “Basta.Stop that. I want to see you.”

“I feel exposed.”

Softening slightly, Hadina shook her head. “Be confident in your beauty, Peyton.”

Then sheHadina pinned Peyton’s wrists above her head and leaned forward. Hadina pressed her lips against Peyton’s collarbones, kissing her way down her sternum. Little red stains left a path in her wake from Hadina’s vibrant lipstick.

Peyton couldn’t help but wonder what brand Hadina used…

Her back arched as Hadina wrapped her lips around a puckered nipple, swirling her tongue around the bud. She moaned for more as Hadina showered her other breast with just as much attention, teasing slightly with her teeth. Peyton knew she was soaking her panties as Hadina tortured her with pleasure until one of them was a panting mess.

“Are you wet for me?” Hadina asked, her voice deep and sultry. If Peyton wasn’t already in bed with her, she thought she may have begged for the chance. Even a look from Hadina was enough to make her wet.

“Soaked,” she croaked.

Hadina smiled and released her grip. “Good girl.”

Peyton threw her head back on the pillows, unable to watch for fear of finishing right there as her pants were unbuttoned and Hadina slipped a hand inside. Hadina’s long fingers reached Peyton’s drenched underwear and the woman hummed her approval. Pulling the fabric to the side, Hadina ran a finger through Peyton’s dripping folds, causing Peyton to groan loudly.

“Hell, you really are wet, aren’t you? Is this what you’ve been like for me every single time you’ve looked at me with those fucking eyes?”

Hadina teased Peyton’s clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle as she arched her back to press herself into Hadina’s hand. She was almost delirious when Hadina slipped a finger inside her, curling it at just the right angle to hit her G-spot.

“You’re the one that’s been giving me thosefuck meeyes, Hadi,” Peyton ground out, grabbing onto the headboard for purchase as Hadina slipped another finger inside.

“Hadi? You really are temptation itself, Peyton. Your moans are a siren song to me, your juice is ambrosia to my lips.”

Peyton was too far gone to be able to speak, her body on the precipice of release. Reaching a hand up, Hadina fondled one of Peyton’s breasts just as she curled her fingers again, pressing down hard onto Peyton’s clit until she was screaming out. She flooded Hadina’s hand, soaking through her panties and jeans until she was nothing but a contented puddle of satisfaction.

Her body slumped onto the bed in a post-orgasm bundle, her breath coming out in heavy pants. Wiping the sweat from her brow, Peyton sat up to find Hadina watching her as she licked the residue from her fingers.

Hadina smirked, brushing a finger around her lips to fix her smudged lipstick. “I trust that sufficed as an apology, Miss Dimitra?”

Peyton barked out a laugh. “You’re a cruel, psychotic woman, Miss Adis.”

Climbing off the bed, Hadina righted herself and fixed her outfit. Peyton watched longingly—telling herself she was just coming down from a sex-induced high—as Hadina walked to the door. She turned at the last minute, flashing Peyton a devious smile. “You’re an enigma,tentadora. Perhaps I should threaten you more often.”

She slipped out of the bedroom, leaving Peyton to her thoughts as she laid her head back on the pillows and closed her eyes as a yawn overtook her. When sleep beckoned her, Peyton slipped into unconsciousness, dreaming of a certain devil woman and her dangerous ways.

Chapter14

HADINA

What the fuckhad she just done? She had known barreling through the house after Peyton was a bad idea, but her feet had moved of their own accord. It was like her subconscious had taken over, letting her do all the stupid things she would normally avoid.

Like fucking Peyton until they were both exhausted.

Making her way back to the office, Hadina slumped down in her chair and buried her face in her hands. It wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy it, butmierda, it was a mistake. Manipulating Peyton would be easier now, but she knew that wasn’t what led her into that bedroom. Her father had been right when he said that Hadina couldn’t keep her eyes off the girl—she was beautiful, after all—but she wouldn’t let herself give in. She would use Peyton until she got what she wanted, and found out why Don thought their newest employee was so special.

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