Page 63 of His Pretty Little Duet

He ignores me. When he kisses my puffy outer lips, my reservations dissolve and I melt into the sheets on a long moan.

Completely vulnerable.

Completely at his mercy.

Completely safe.

His cold tongue laps up and down my sore, tight lips while the cube he introduces slips between them. Soothing the skin, his tongue and the ice work in unison, building a steady simmer of pleasure just below the surface of my arousal. My muscles unravel to the gentle stimulation.

"I like this," I murmur to the air, closing my eyes.

I arch, lifting my backside inadvertently as he groans his response into my flesh. A sound so primal it stokes the simmering bliss, keeping it perpetual and even. Perfect. Comforting, yet completely carnal.

My body shudders with gratitude as he dives in deep with the cool, strong muscle of his tongue. His mouth is dreamily chaste,kissing me in an almost romantic way that has me swooning and arching and whimpering with sensation.

When the ice melts, he reaches for another cube, until they are all gone. Water and my own arousal coat my lower half, puddles of melted ice collecting in the blanket below my arse.

He licks me diligently.

Sucking my clit so softly.

Until I can't ride the light simmer of pleasure anymore, and I climax around his gentle attention. The rolling orgasm more subtle, longer, sweeter, a sensation I could crave at all hours of the day and not tire from it.

He sits up, licking his glistening lips. "You didn't say my name." He grins devilishly. "You know what that means."

Unwillingly, I float down. "What name would I use?"

He smooths my hair down my head. "Always, Sir. You are the only one who calls me that, sweet girl."

I move into his warm hand, liking how he brushes the side of my hair with his palm, his fingers lightly skating through the strands. "Even when you're... inside me?"

He groans, a dark tic forming in the corner of his mouth."Especially, then."

My cheeks warm. "Yes,Sir."

"Good girl."Lowering his hand, he makes me instantly mourn the way his gentle pats made me feel. I don't care to analyse it or dissect the feminist perspective. I liked it. I liked it because every part of me felt warm, safe, seen, and I'm not going to deny myself that bliss just because it's unconventional.

"And you slept like I told you to," he states. "You slept half a day and the whole night. I would have taken care of you sooner, but I know how much you needed it. I'm very proud of you for not fighting it."

I attempt to rise, but he nods to the bed, and I drop back down. "I slept through the night?" That hasn't happened since...the sight of Landon and Clay talking thrashes through me. "And you will thank me when I kill the boy who put this baby inside you while you were too high to consent."

Landon.

I force my way up and he leans back, allowing me space. His brows draw in, eyes narrow—unimpressed, but I don't care, quickly asking, "What happened yesterday with Landon?"

His jaw tics. "Who?"

"Landon. My brother—" I say, my voice rising as uncertainty clutches at my vocal cords. If he didn't choose him over me, if it was a practised smile, then what happened. "You spoke. What did he say? What did you say? Why did you drag me away? Why?—"

"Calm down. Ask me one question at a time."

"Why would you drag me away like that? I was humiliated," I admit, the talons of betrayal banding me. He's lying to me about something. "What did he say about me? What did you say about me?"

Within his eyes, softness dissolves into muted disdain... or is itjealousy?"Do I seem like the kind of man who shares well with others?" His tone is soothing, yet awash with warning. A hint at something dark lurks deep.

I shake my head at myself, staring at the ends of my hair as I coil the length around the tip of my finger. "I've been searching for answers. I need to know what he said to you."

Knowing I have said too much, I glance up at him, meeting scrutinising blue eyes. "What you need to know is that I dislike hearing your name spoken from that boy's mouth. And I dislike not having the information myself. You lied to me. How do I protect you if you lie to me? I'm going to need you to explain why you are here."

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