Page 33 of Seeds of Sorrow

After visiting her little sister at work so many times, Hadina practically knew the blueprints of the gallery. Stopping at a side door hidden before the office, she pulled them inside and flicked on the light switch. Then she watched as Peyton’s eyes adjusted, taking in the stock room around them. It was small, wall units stacked with tubs of paint and piles of blank canvases.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, Hadina sent a quick text to Harris to tell him where they were. He’d keep watch on Zellie, making sure there weren’t any other almost-murders. After the text was delivered, Hadina put her phone on a shelf and turned her attention back to the angel before her.

“Hello.”

Peyton smiled sheepishly, lifting her hand in a half-hearted wave. “Hi.”

Taking a step closer to her, Hadina allowed her eyes to slowly rake over Peyton, her pulse quickening as she took in the slit reaching up her thigh. Hadina wanted to mark every inch of her exposed skin, showing the world that Peyton now belonged to her. It was wrong to feel such a claim on someone who wasn’t hers,couldn’tbe hers, but she told herself she could indulge in the fantasy. Just this once.

“I thought you weren’t coming tonight,” Peyton whispered, her gaze lingering on Hadina’s gown.

She had chosen a figure-hugging velvet dress, which clung to every part of her body before pooling at her feet. With a cut-out underneath her breasts, the design hinted at indecency without actually being improper. Silver sequins decorated the dress in leaf patterns before framing Hadina’s hips and thighs in a delicate angel-wing design. It thrilled her to know people would be looking at her dress in the spot where, underneath, she was bare and dripping for the woman in front of her.

Hadina shrugged. “Kaira told me you were coming and I wanted to make sure you were safe. Events like this, especially ones we’re attending, bring out the worst kind of people. Like Zelina.”

Peyton tilted her head and watched Hadina like she was a puzzle she couldn’t quite solve. “I didn’t know you cared about my safety. I mean, you have threatened me multiple times.”

The air between them became fraught with tension as Hadina smirked. “Consider it my attempt at making sure we don’t lose our best employee,” she quipped before closing the distance and crushing their lips together.

Peyton sighed as Hadina’s hands found her hips, guiding her backward until they were pressed against one of the shelving units. Hadina devoured the sound, pushing her tongue into Peyton’s mouth so she could taste the expensive champagne they had been serving. Underneath the hint of alcohol, Hadina tasted something sweet and it drove her crazy, making her tongue dive deeper as though she could consume it all.

Her fingertips pressed into Peyton’s waist firmly before she slipped one hand down to her ass, cupping the voluptuous flesh. Peyton groaned, pressing herself harder into Hadina and grinding against her hip.

“If you ruin this dress, I’ll have to dock your wages,” Hadina murmured, pressing soft kisses along Peyton’s jaw.

Peyton laughed breathily, her hand reaching up to tangle in Hadina’s midnight locks. She elicited a shocked, pleasurable gasp from Hadina as she twisted her fingers around some of the curled strands, yanking Hadina’s head back so she could look at her. “There are plenty of other ways you can pay me. Dock my pay all you want.”

The attitude in her voice made Hadina want to beam with pride, seeing the way Peyton was becoming more sure of herself. Any other time, when she was less needy and desperate to hear Peyton’s screams, she may have considered telling her that. But that moment was not now and she had better things to do.

Dropping to her knees, Hadina brushed the slit of Peyton’s dress to the side, relishing the easy access it provided her. Underneath, Peyton wore a delicate lace thong, the black material barely covering the front of her swollen pussy. Hadina’s mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. She wondered if she should display Peyton in the gallery while she ate her out so that everyone could appreciate the fact that she was a work of art.

Leaning forward, she slowly blew a hot breath against Peyton’s sensitive skin, laughing as the girl squirmed above her. Threading her fingers through her hair again, Peyton pushed the back of Hadina’s head forward until the woman’s lips were almost touching her. “Hadi, stop playing.”

“Never,” Hadina replied before delving forward, running her tongue through Peyton’s wet lips. The answering groan that filled the room had Hadina more determined than ever, her hands curling around the back of Peyton’s thighs as she circled the sensitive bud now calling to her.

Peyton’s grip on her hair tightened, twisting her fingers at an angle that made Hadina hiss in pain. She retaliated by releasing Peyton’s right thigh, instead bringing her hand to Peyton’s pussy and teasing her hole with a fingertip. She was soaked and ready, but the game was only just beginning.

“Hadina,” Peyton warned, her tone trying to sound commanding but coming out as a whisper when Hadina inserted a finger, teasing her from the inside. “Oh, God, yes! Another one, Hadi.”

Setting a punishingly slow pace, Hadina pumped her finger inside Peyton, before finally giving in and adding a second. All the while, she used her thumb to rub and press against Peyton’s clit, noting the way her legs shook every time.

Peyton’s breath became ragged, her moans louder and longer, the harder Hadina worked her. She was close to climax and Hadina was almost ready to give her release, but then the image of Zellie holding a gun against Peyton, their bodies pressed together, flashed into her mind and another blind rage took over. She knew, logically, that Zelina was unhinged and Peyton had not done anything to warrant it. But the thought of Peyton allowing herself to be so close to someone without fighting to break free—and no, she refused to cut her slack because of the gun—made Hadina want to punish the girl. Teach her that no one else was allowed to put their hands on her body.

Pulling her fingers free, Hadina ignored Peyton’s protests as she looked around for something to use. A cruel, domineering smile set across her face as she grabbed two of the paintbrushes at her eye-level, the long and smooth wood exactly what she was looking for.

“Why didn’t you fight Zelina?” Hadina asked, running the bristles of the brush over Peyton’s swollen sex.

Peyton shivered, her eyes closed and head thrown back. “She had a gun!”

Hadinatskedand nudged Peyton’s legs farther apart. “Well, this will teach you to get over that pesky fear, won’t it?”

Running the wooden handles through Peyton’s juices, Hadina made sure the brushes were properly lubricated before she pushed them inside Peyton’s entrance, a laugh breaking free as Peyton gasped. Her eyes flashed open and she looked down at Hadina, biting on her lower lip as she moved the brushes out and thrust them back in.

Burying her face between Peyton’s thighs, Hadina watched as Peyton lost control, her nails digging into Hadina’s scalp as she screamed in pleasure. “Fuck, yes, like that!” she cried as Hadina angled the brushes differently, spreading them wider in her core. She quickened the pace, thrusting them harder each time, while her tongue flicked against Peyton’s clit.

“Give it to me,” Hadina commanded, feeling her own juices seeping down her thighs and dripping onto the floor beneath. Seeing Peyton so undone was everything she wanted and she would do anything to watch her writhe in pleasure for the rest of her life.

Feeling Peyton tremble against her, Hadina bit down on her sensitive bundle as she thrust the paint brushes once more. Peyton let out a pleasure-induced scream as she slammed back against the shelves, riding out her orgasm. The shelving shook, and Hadina looked up and locked eyes with a delirious Peyton, right as tubs of paint and bundles of brushes fell. The paint clattered to the ground around them, paint splattering and adding a whole new artistic perspective to their gowns.

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