Page 93 of Tainted Ties

“Do I have to continuously remind you to take your medication?” Aurora threw her hands in the air, glaring at me with a flare of her nose. “What if I wasn’t here one day?”

“Unless you’ve conjured up a secret plan to leave me, then your argument is mute.”

She scoffed, grabbing a glass from the cupboard before filling it with water. “You’re hopeless.”

Her concern hadn’t diminished even though I was magnificently better than I had been two weeks ago.

The wounds on my body were merely bruises or scabs and the ache in my ribs had dulled.

“Open.”

Aurora stood between my legs, my hands resting on her hips.

With a twitch of my lips, I did as she asked. She put the pill on my tongue and brought the glass to my lips, letting me drink the cold liquid.

My hands glided against her backside before giving a squeeze. “Maybe, I like it when you’re in charge.”

“Is that so?” she asked, saddling herself on my lap, the heat of her cunt hardening my cock.

“’Tis so.” I pulled her in for a kiss by the back of her head.

We moved our mouths slowly and heatedly, breathing each other in and tasting each other with every swipe of our tongue.

She moaned in satisfaction when I lifted my hips a fraction, thrusting against where she wanted me most.

Her tongue explored my mouth, hot and ardent. We were in sync with more than just our mouths as she ground against me in quick and firm movements.

I pulled her hair back, trailing kisses along the column of her slender throat. She continued to rock against me, taking her pleasure unashamedly.

Biting her ear, I felt her shiver. “Show me what you want.”

We probably shouldn’t be doing this in the kitchen where staff could walk in, but the noises slipping free from her mouth were all I could focus on.

Her hands trembled as she worked the knot on my sweatpants. Simultaneously, I pulled down the strap of her camisole, baring her breast.

“Roman,”she gasped when I took her nipple in my mouth, nipping and sucking the peak.

Her hands stilled, fisting my waistband.

I smirked against her skin at the way her head lolled back, whimpering against my touch.

Pulling the other strap down, I kneaded her other breast, feeling the weight of its perfection.

It was clear her initial intention of taking off my pants had been forgotten.

Her moans echoed around the kitchen straight to my thickening cock when I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Are you going to come like this, baby?”

“Yes.” Her voice shook, her lips parting slightly as she moved back and forth against my length.

A growl ripped through me, ready to rip off the rest of her clothes when Ricardo’s voice boomed through the foyer. “Don?”

In an instant, Aurora shot up from her position, adjusting the straps of her camisole a second before he walked into the kitchen.

He halted mid-step, eyeing us suspiciously.

“What is it?” I snapped, adjusting myself.

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