Page 38 of Loyalties & Longings

“Don’t stop,” she says. “I trust you. I need you all the ways you need me. Hard, rough, dangerous, and primal. You have no idea how long I have waited for this, for you. I’m not scared, just shocked that this is exactly the type of thing I want. It’s better when it feels wrong.” She slowly circles her hips and squeezes her inner muscles like a boa constrictor around me, urging me not to leave her empty.

I reply with a nod and ease my way back into her, all the way to the hilt.

“You were fucking made for me, Siren,” I say, gripping the knife handle tighter. Lake lets out a whimper. Holy shit, if my dick didn’t just get harder. Knowing she wants me to fuck her on the precipice, the actual knife’s edge of danger. We haven’t even finished yet, and I’m already longing for more of her.

Keeping myself buried deep inside, I rock my hips, making sure there is still pressure on her delicious little clit. I push the knife harder to her throat while keeping the same steady rhythm of my grinding. Lake’s breath gets heavy.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, Siren?” I ask, knowing all too well that she is. With a few more moments of grinding, her body goes rigid beneath mine briefly.

“Blaze,” she cries out as she falls apart.

“That’s right, baby, come all over my cock,” I rumble into her ear, pressing the knife harder against the delicate skin of her neck. Her pussy starts milking me—it feels so goddamn satisfying. The knowledge that she trusts me, coupled with her body convulsing under mine and the knife pressing into her skin, has me about to explode. A few short pumps later and my dick is throbbing, spilling cum deep inside her.

Dropping the knife to the counter, I collapse on her panting chest, wanting to stay in this space a minute longer. Pressing my forehead to her skin, I slowly breathe in her sweet scent.

“I could live here, buried deep inside you for the rest of my life.” My dick shows no sign of going down. “But I’m starving, and I need you to get some rest. Let’s go clean up.” I know she’ll be helping Enzo tomorrow on top of all the things she has to get done for her club.

I pick her up, placing her back on the floor. We stand in the kitchen for a few seconds just staring into each other eyes before I smack her ass as she leans up to kiss me. Her kisses are so lusciously sweet. I pull away from her, my dick bouncing. The prick never seems to sleep around Lake. Her eyes dart down andback up to my eyes, giving me a little smirk. She must love what she does to me.

We move toward my room. She looks around and asks, “Where’s Lucifer?”

“Must have got annoyed by all the noise you were making and gone to the other end of the apartment to sleep.” I chuckle. She gives a little gasp and shoves my shoulder with hers.

After dinner, we sit and talk for a while. Well, Lake is talking, and I’m listening. I would listen to her even if she was speaking another language, and I couldn’t understand a word she was saying.

She tells me about her plans for her club and what she’s got going on in the next few days and weeks. She explains how it’s stressful to think about the things she needs to put in place before the grand opening and keeping mental checklists. Her eyes sparkle when she’s talking about what she loves, and I’m enraptured by it. Hours have passed and before we notice it is two in the morning. While I could sit here for days, doing nothing but watching her and listening to her as she talks, we can’t stay up.

Unexpectedly, she reveals something way out of left field that I never thought she would have done, let alone admit.

“You know, back when I was around sixteen, I watched you torture a guy in the shed.”

“In your dad’s shed?”

“Yeah, you all woke me up being so loud when you got home one night. So, I snuck down to the shed and spied through a small hole in the side.”

I sit in stunned silence.

“I watched you punch him a couple of times.” She pauses, biting her bottom lip. I can tell she’s hesitant to continue. “I actually touched myself while watching you.”

The admission has my eyes bugging out of my head. And shegives a little giggle.

“What? It was hot as hell. I totally had a crush on you back then. I damn near gave myself an orgasm. I watched you shoot him right between the eyes. That’s when I realized I’m one twisted person. It turned me on.”

Looking down at my watch again, I note the time and know we really need to get to bed if we want to wake up at a reasonable hour tomorrow.

“I need to get you to bed,” I quickly say as she finishes the last sip of her wine.

She cocks a sexy little eyebrow at me and places her glass on the table.

“Not like that. As much as I’d like to strip you down and fuck you in every room of my apartment…” my dick jerks at the thought, “… it’s already past two o’clock, and we need to be up pretty early,” I remind her, scooping her up in my arms and walking to my room.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lake

With a pounding headache, I reach over for my cell.

Drinking three giant glasses of red wine probably wasn’t such a great idea, considering I usually only have one standard glass on the rare occasions I do drink.

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