Page 103 of Fallen Omega

The sweetest melody caresses my ears, making me falter to a stop.

What in the living hell is that sound? The voice is a marvel shifting from one song that’s sweet and high and pure, to another that has that smoky layer of classy sex over it. I recognize it. One of the girls did a bump and grind to this song the other night.

This version…is better.

Hotter.

Shit. It’s doing things, to me, that voice.

When I heard her sing last it was pretty, she was in heat, but this…

“Liz?”

I push open the door.

Her ass moves in time with the song, and she puts bottles on shelves, her voice rich and seductive, and I wish I smoked so I could take a drag.

She suddenly stops and turns. Eyes big, hair damp. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry.”

I put the wine and glasses down on a shelf and come at her and take her face in my hands. She’s soft and sweet smelling. She melts into me, eyes unfocused, and she sighs. “Knight.”

I kiss her, taking my time. This kiss isn’t particularly sweet. It's a slow building need and desire. It’s shared moments.

“Good girl,” I say, lifting my mouth. “You make Daddy very happy when you kiss me like a sweet little angel. Such a good, perfect, girl with the most amazing feeling tits.” A tremor runs through her. I go to her ear, sucking on it. “And the most gorgeous cunt. Will you let Daddy touch your sweet pussy?”

She squirms, parts her thighs. “Daddy—Knight, I…”

Shit, what am I doing? Pushing her? It’s just she sounded good enough to eat, feels and tastes better, and I think she’s into me praising her. She’s shuddering, restless, the side of jumpy that comes from too much stimulation.

I let her go, stepping back. “I didn’t mean—” I stop, because clearly I did. I meant it. “I should have held back. I know you’ve got that order from Dante.”

“He hates me.”

That weird little power game he’s playing with her, one that blatantly drips in sex. And she can’t see that. She’s too close.

I take a breath.

She considers me. “Fuck his order.”

“Really?” I raise a brow and lean against a pile of boxes.

Liz blows out a breath. “Yes.”

I offer her a dirty, sleazy, bad Daddy Dom smile. “You’regoing to use that pretty, pretty mouth for such nasty words, baby girl?”

“I’m all grown up,” she says.

My cock twitches. I like the little, bratty, bad girl twist. It’s so fucking hot, it’s adorable because she’s more brat than bad. My kind of brat. The one that wants the praise even if it’s too much.

“Prove it.” I watch to see what she does.

What she does is not disappoint.

Liz comes at me with more determination than anything like a practiced move. And she runs her hand down my chest to my now hard cock.

Her hand squeezes and her eyes widen. “Oh, my, Daddy.”

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