Page 38 of Absentia Mori

I pant for air as another wave of tremors ripples through my core. I stay pressed against the wall, afraid to move lest I collapse onto my knees. I think I’ve literally forgotten how to walk.

He pulls the lollipop out of my pussy in the slowest, most agonizing manner. I shudder when it’s all the way out. He puts the stick in his mouth and licks it clean. “I won’t be able to enjoy a lollipop any other way again.”

Neither will I.

Fuck.

My fingers shake as I gather my pants and put them back on. I can’t take my eyes off him.

“Libra Thorn speechless? I impress myself. If I knew this was how to get you to shut the fuck up, I would’ve done it sooner.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Don’t let this go to your head, Fabien. I’m quiet because there is an orderly right around the corner.”

“Whatever you say, little freak.” He rolls his tongue over the sucker, and my pussy quivers, knowing what he can do with that tongue. “A word to the wise, Lib, don’t give the Terror Twins all of them at once. Make them earn each one.”

How in the hell does he know? Wait, of course, he knows. He and Raithe and Mordecai have been here for months. I shouldn’t be surprised that they know how to navigate this place and everyone in it.

“You call them the Terror Twins?”

He cracks the sucker open with his teeth, revealing a chewy center, and shrugs.

“Youlet them in my room the other night,” I snicker. “I should’ve known. Well, the joke’s on you. They don’t scare me.”

He finishes the candy until there’s nothing left but the stick. He slips it into my pants. “In case you get nostalgic later.”

My mouth gapes open. I yank it out and toss it at him. “I think you need it more than I do.”

With just a few inches between us, he bridges that gap and steps into me, pressing me back against the wall. “I have the real thing right here. I can suck on your pussy any time I want.”

My cheeks flush. I have no comeback. No witty retort. Because he’s right. I’m obsessed with how he devours me. Addicted to his magical fucking tongue.

He tucks the stick back into the waistband of my pants. “That’s what I thought.”

Fuck.

He fucking broke me.

My thighs stick to the fabric of my pants on the walk back to the Terror Twins. I wrap my hands around the lollipops in my pockets and try to disassociate. But the harder I try to shove them back into visions of carnival booths and candy shops, the more I think about Fabien licking one out of my pussy.

What has he turned me into? Fuck.Get it together, Lib.

I find the Terror Twins jumping up and down on the blue faded couches, tearing the fabric even more than it already is.

“You have no idea what I did to get you these suckers.” I hand one to each of them, heeding Fabien’s advice, and leave four more in my pockets.

They squeal in delight. “We saw you got a sweet treat too.”

I almost puke in my mouth. “You were there?”

They ignore me and dive into their candy. I look away as they devour them. I can’t even look at lollipops anymore without my cheeks heating.Fucking Fabien.

“All right, little psychos. Hand over the key.” I need to be done with them.

“Empty your pockets.” I will never get used to the shrill of their voices, uttering every word at the same time. I guess they had plenty of time to practice nailing that parlor trick.

I sigh. “I’m not giving you any more candy. We had a deal. Give me the key.”

They giggle and disappear before my eyes.

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