Page 66 of Devil In A Suit

I’ve been so consumed by the chaos, I forgot… Lara.

I turn my head and catch her watching me, a frown on her forehead, her eyes curious. She quickly looks down at her open book and pretends she wasn’t staring, but there is tension in her shoulders. She is also gripping the book too tightly.

I buzz the flight attendant and she arrives immediately. “Bring me a whiskey.”

I need the burn of it, something sharp to settle me. She returns quickly with a glass generously filled with amber liquid, the scent of peat and smoke filling my nostrils as I take a sip. The warmth spreads through my chest, but that doesn’t ease the gnawing sense of impending disaster inside me.

My eyes flicker toward Lara—still book in hand, still so tense the air around her crackles. I hit the do not disturb button on my console.

“Lara,” I call, my voice guttural and raw with emotion.

Her head jerks up, and her eyes are enormous. And I remember again, that time I found her on the floor at my feet and I fell hard even though I didn’t know it then. She’s so innocent. So pure.

“Come here.” It sounds like a demand, but it’s a desperate need to lose myself in something beautiful. The command lingers, hanging thick in the air between us, a reminder of everything unspoken and unresolved between us.

Slowly, she sets her book aside, her fingers lingering on the cover for a moment as if considering her options, hesitating, her eyes searching mine. Then she understands the unexpressed. It’s not sex I need, it’s her. Only she will do. Only she can drown out the fury tearing at my guts. Only her touch, her skin, can make the prospect of losing everything acceptable.

She holds my gaze, a strange expression on her face. Is it pity? I don’t think so, but even if it is, I don’t care. Right now, all I want to do is lose myself in her sweet smell. Then she rises from her seat and walks toward me, her head held high, her movements graceful and sure. Every step she takes sends my pulse hammering harder.

“Take off your clothes.” The words rap out like a harsh order, but underneath, I can hear the tremor, the unspoken vulnerability.

Her lips part, like she’s about to say something, but she doesn’t. Underneath that stubborn, fiery exterior she’s kind. She can feel how on edge I am, how desperate. So she nods and reaches back, fingers trembling, and slightly pulls down the zip of her yellow dress. She slides the fabric down inch by inch, revealing her shoulders, the swell of her collarbones and then she lets it go. It glides down her curves like water until it pools silently at her feet.

Underneath she is completely nude, Not a stitch in sight.

It sends a shock wave of heat through me, and just like that the tension flies out of my system. Fuck them! They are nothing but cackling hyenas. Scavengers. Well, they can steal everything away from me today and in a few years, I’ll win it all back again. Every last cent. Will she be here then, though?

There is a catastrophe happening in real-time outside this cabin, but my mind is focused only on her. Oh, Lara, Lara, Lara. Goosebumps start to appear on her skin, but she stands there, motionless, her eyes locked on mine, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her naked body trembles in the dim light of the cabin and yet she cuts a proud figure. She is the strong one. I watch her nipples harden as my gaze rakes over her, devouring every inch of her as lust surges through me.

“It’s okay, my great and beautiful swan, Leda is here,” she whispers soothingly, and lowering herself on the opposite chair she opens her thighs wide to show me how slick and swollen her sex is.

My breath escapes in a hiss. Suddenly the need for her is unbearable, igniting something raw and uncontrollable inside me. My hand moves on instinct, slipping inside my pants. I grasp the aching cock and pull it out. The cool air hits my skin. I can’t look away from her dripping pussy.

In turn she watches me avidly, hungrily.

Griping myself tightly, I stroke myself. A groan rumbles from deep in my chest, rough and ragged, as the pleasure starts to take over. Knowing she is watching, my thumb glides over the swollen head, smearing the bead of precum that’s already formed there, slicking the motion when I pump my hand up and down.

The sound of her quickening breath fills the air, and it drives me further, my hand moving faster, tightening with each motion as the tension coils tighter inside me. I’m completely lost in the rhythm, the pressure building with every stroke, the need to release overwhelming, but I hold back just enough, knowing nothing will feel really good until I am buried inside her soft body.

“Come here,” I say, but now my voice is a growl.

She gets up and her scent reaches me before her body does, sweet and intoxicating. When she comes to stand in front of me, I lean back and growl, "Ride me.”

She straddles me, her thighs warm and soft as they press against mine. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she lowers herself with a quiet gasp onto my cock. The tight heat of her makes me groan deep in my throat. All I can feel is her—the way her body clings to mine, warm and wet, the sensation overwhelming me as she begins to move.

She surrounds me, enveloping me as she slowly lifts herself and sinks back down, setting off electric jolts of pleasure through my entire body. My hands find her hips, gripping her tight, guiding her movements, bouncing her furiously on me. Driving me deeper and deeper into her with each thrust and drowning me in the pure, visceral pleasure of being inside her.

Her hands brace against my chest, her fingers digging into my flesh as she rides me harder now, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. My eyes are glued to her face, the way her lips part with each soft moan, the way her brows knit together in pleasure, and the way her eyes flutter closed as she gets lost in the moment. She’s as consumed as I am, and every sound she makes, every movement, pushes me closer to the edge.

I wait for her to climax. It’s beautiful watching her come. I stare at her and memorize it all. Then I bury my face in the curve of her neck and while breathing in her intoxicating scent of her I ram up into her. Harder, faster, driven by nothing but the raw need to lose myself in her completely. She gasps at the brutality of my need. She jerks like a living doll on my lap.

And then, with one final, shuddering gasp, I feel myself unraveling, the pressure exploding as I lose myself in her, the world around us fading to nothing as I reach that release I’ve been chasing.

Here, there is nothing but Lara.

Chapter Forty-Two

LARA

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