Page 71 of Lovers Fate

None of this makes sense. Him. Me. My life. Everything just happens without a warning or explanation.

He wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me against the tiled wall so quickly, the air is rushing out of my lungs. “What are you doing?” I say breathlessly.

He leans close, his lips barely a breath away from my ear. “Don’t move.” His hand has me pinned to the wall by the neck. His eyes find my mouth, and I can’t move even if I wanted to. The heat of his skin so close to mine is intoxicating. My nipples ache to be touched. My skin to be licked. My mouth begging to be kissed.

A grin plays at the corner of his mouth, aware of the power he possesses. But I wasn’t ready for what he does next, and I don’t think I would’ve ever been prepared when he takes my mouth in a punishing kiss, stealing my lips, my breath, and my tongue, marking me as his.

Because there is no way I could want anyone else.

I drown in his scent and his kiss. When he releases me, my hands find traction in his hair, allowing me to catch my breath. His mouth kissing my neck, biting the skin, replacing the painwith the softness of his tongue, lights a fire in his wake that not even the water from the showerhead can quench.

A moan escapes my lips when he takes one nipple and then the other like he’s taking me apart piece by piece as he snakes his way down my torso, leaving bite marks in his wake. My stomach, the shaved part above my pussy lips, the inner part of my thighs right to the center of my clit.

He bites it gently.

“Draco,” I gasp.

He responds with his tongue and spreads my pussy wide and eats me. He isn’t soft or even gentle. It’s borderline savage the way he fucks me with his tongue. He places my legs over his shoulders. My back pressed against the wall as leverage. His hands holding me spread open as his tongue…Jesus, his tongue fucks me. My pussy disappears in his mouth, causing my legs to shake. My body convulses as the first wave of an orgasm slams into me.

“Draco,” I scream. He laughs. His laughter resonates with me. “Please,” I plead, begging him for more.

Holy fuck.

My skin is on fire as I look down past the red marks on my chest, stopping between my thighs, gripping his head. I keep him in place, digging my fingers into his straight black hair as the waves of my orgasm dissipate, the pounding of my beating heart replaced by the sounds of his mouth sucking my pulsing clit.

I don’t think I can walk, but my thoughts vanish when his eyes flick up, and then, he tears his mouth with a smack from my cunt. He straightens, and I gasp as he whirls me around. My tits press against the tiled wall. His lips graze my ear before he whispers, “That pretty ass is next.”

TWENTY-TWO

DRACO

There isa cop out the front asking Kaden questions about last night. If he saw anything when they found the man’s body on the side of the road. I swiped the cameras just in case. We were home and I have my alibi at the carnival at the time it happened. Kaden didn’t know that Athena left so there is that.

I hear the oak door close with a thud followed by Kaden’s footsteps from behind as I sit on one of the stools eating cereal. The Terrifier mocking me with a smile from the box on the granite counter from this morning’s grocery delivery.

“Hey,” he says leaning on the counter facing me. “What time did you get in? That was the cops. They found a man dead on the side of the road. They wouldn’t give me details just if I saw or heard anything.”

“You didn’t.” I dip my spoon in the bowl and bring it to my mouth. The loud crunch as I chew replacing the silence that suddenly blankets the kitchen.

He knows why I’m here and that I don’t give a fuck about the dead guy or the cops. They have nothing on us. Never have.Never will. Years of paying people to cover our tracks has paid off. He’s redirecting the fact that he brought her here without telling me.

For the first time, Kaden is doing things he normally wouldn’t and it’s because of her.

“Uh…where did you sleep last night?”

I quirk a brow. “Worried?”

He shakes his head but he can’t hide that he’s nervous from what I might say. How I’m going to react, but I won’t call him out on his bullshit. If he didn’t defy me, I wouldn’t have had the best sleep or tasted the most delicious pussy last night.

He pushes off the counter and opens the fridge. “Is that all you’re going to eat?”

“I already had my breakfast,” I reply, dipping my spoon in my bowl for another bite.

Small steps echo in the house, the floor-to-ceiling glass adding to the effect. The sun casting a glow through the trees.

Athena finally appears wearing one of my shirts hanging to the middle of her thighs and not much else with a clown face pasted to the front that reads I’M WITH THE CLOWN pointing a finger to the left.

“Good morning,” Athena greets her cheeks going from pink to flushed red.

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