Page 92 of Filthy Little Games

“The nannies want me to spend some time with her tomorrow before she wakes up with me next to her.”

“I’m sorry.” I can’t imagine how much that hurt for Zara to hear. “And I’m sorry she doesn’t know you’re her mother.”

“It’s okay,” she lies as her fingertips reach over to stroke my arm and then my stomach before she climbs on top of me, her legs straddling mine. Her fingers thread through my hair, bringing her lips down to mine. My arms wrap around her. I groan at the feeling of her bare skin, from the top of her back down to her sweet ass.

“What are you doing, Zara?” I ask, since I know she’s excited, sad, and a million other things tonight.

“I want to thank you,” she says as her mouth moves lower to kiss my neck. “I want to thank you with my body and my mouth, because I can’t possibly find the words.”

She grips the waistband of my boxer briefs to tug them down, but I grab her hand to stop her, sliding her palm back up to my shoulder. “You don’t owe me anything, baby.”

“Oh,” she whispers, her eyes studying mine. “Is…is everything okay? Do you not want to…”

“Yes, god, yes I want to.” I hold her to me even tighter.

“Then what’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? I think it would be easier to give her a list of what’s right. Her. Us. That’s all that’s right at the moment.

I want her so much, but not like this. So, I tell her the one thing that’s most likely to make her hate me. “I’m going to have to kill Emilio’s four guards. Otherwise, they could run and tell him everything.”

Her hands grip my shoulder tighter. I brace myself for her rejection.

“I’m sorry you have to do that, especially for me.”

“What? No. That’s not…I don’t blame you,” I assure her. “But this is who I am, who I’ll always be. And I hate…I fuckinghatebeing this person sometimes, the kind of man who has to kill anyone who is a threat to me or my family.”

“Well,” Zara starts with a heavy sigh. “Even when you hate yourself, I will still love you.”

Her words steal all the air from my lungs.

She loves me?

How? How the fuck could someone as good as her love me?

And why did she have to tell me this now when it won’t change anything? Sending her away while breaking my heart is nothing, but I can’t stand the thought of sending her away while her heart breaks.

Zara presses a kiss to my cheek. “You do what you have to do toprotect your family. There’s nothing sexier than seeing you do whatever it takes to keep everyone safe. Do you want to feel how much I love your ruthlessness for me, for Oriana?” Taking my hand, she places it between her legs, brushing my fingertips over her clit, then lower to her entrance.

“Jesus,” I groan before easing a single finger inside of her. “You are soaking wet,micetta mia.” I add another finger, making her gasp. “Soaking wet just for me.”

“Yes. Only for you,” she whispers in my ear before she slides down my body, kissing my neck and chest. “Only for my big, scary husband.”

“What are you doing, baby?” I ask her again as my fingers slip free from her.

“I haven’t been worshipping my angel of death nearly as often as he deserves. Tonight, I want to spend hours pleasuring you,” she tells me as she tugs down my boxer briefs, this time without my intervention, freeing my half-hard shaft.

Resisting Zara has become nearly impossible. With her mouth moving down to my cock, I’m not sure if I can stop her this time if she goes any further.

“Jesus, baby. You don’t owe me anything...especially this.” I tell her again just before her lips place a kiss on my head. Her tongue swipes along my slit. I gather her long curls into a makeshift ponytail as her mouth lowers halfway down my shaft and comes back up again. I try one last time to let her know I’m not expecting anything from her — ever — before I lose the ability to form coherent words. “You don’t have to do this or anything else to thank me. I told you...I don’t deserve any pleasure.”

When Zara’s mouth leaves me, I want to shoot myself in the face for encouraging her to stop.

“Yes, you do deserve it. Now shut up and let me do this. Unless...unless you don’t want me and are trying to be nice bysayingI don’t deserve any pleasure.” She lowers her voice in imitation of me, making me smile. “Creed?” she asks, when I don’t respond.

“Of course I want you, especially your mouth, but —”

“Then shut up.” She reaches up and slaps her palm to my lips. After shushing me again, the gorgeous woman’s mouth resumes its descent again. Up and down, she licks and sucks me so damn good.

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