Page 75 of Reign of Psychos

“And Lucian? He’s still a threat. Especially now he knows Cassian has cut ties with him.” She frowned. “Cassian thinks Lucian is done for, but if he’s anything likemyfather, he’ll havebackup plans in place. Hell, he’s probably already on his way to fucking Panama by now.”

“You might be right, but at least Cassian’s mother is safe. Without her as leverage, Lucian has far fewer options on the table. And now his reputation is trashed he’ll struggle to run his illegal businesses without attracting scrutiny. My guess is he’ll leave the country and set up somewhere without an extradition treaty, like Dubai. He probably has billions stashed away. The Gulf States are ideal for someone like him. He gets to rub shoulders with all the other criminals while living a life of luxury.” I tugged her closer. “But I don’t want to talk about Lucian right now.”

“That’s good, ‘cause I’m tired of talking.” She fell back onto the bed, pulling me with her. My lips found hers, and I groaned when she pressed her tongue into my mouth, teasing me with a promise of so much more.

It had been too long. Too few hours of her and me. I was desperate for her, the press of her soft breasts against my chest, her hot, tight little body wrapped around me.

She moaned when my hand found her breast. Her tits had grown and there was a soft curve to her belly. Teenage Thea had been leaner, but I found I liked this new, softer version. Her curves complimented my hard edges beautifully. Like she had been made for me.

I pushed her sweater up and latched onto her tit, sucking hard. Part of me wished it was my baby she carried, but it was OK. I’d love her baby as much as if it were my child. And protect him or her with my life.

“Please, Dar,” she moaned, arching her back as I switched my attention to her other breast while dipping my fingers inside her pants.

“What do you need,cara?”

“I need you, Dar, inside me.”

“Soon,” I promised. I wanted to taste her first. Feel her come on my tongue.

Ignoring her protests, I slid down the bed, yanking off her pants. The thin scrap of silk she wore did nothing to hide her wet, swollen pussy from my heated gaze. She tried to close her legs, but I forced them apart.

“You can’t hide from me,cara.” Soft, sweet moans filled the room as I swiped my tongue down her slit, drinking her in like the finest wine. The pastries we’d bought early this morning lay untouched in the kitchen, but the only thing I was hungry for right now was Thea’s pussy.

She writhed against me, desperate for release. My cock pressed against my jeans. Hard and aching. I needed to be inside her, feel her squeeze me tight, find my release while she screamed with ecstasy.

Knowing the others could probably hear her moan added to my pleasure. I wanted them to hear her come, knowing it was me, not them. I was surprised none of them had burst in yet. Landon had no shame about butting in when someone else fucked Thea. The idiot seemed to find it amusing.

I almost hoped he did burst in because then he’d see how much she loved my touch. How much she wanted my cock.

“Fuck, Dar!” she cried, her whole body going rigid before she fell apart. I yanked my jeans’ zipper down to release my poor, aching cock, and pressed inside her. She was so damn tight.

“Yes, fuck me. I need you to fuck me!” Her legs clamped around my waist as I sat up, pulling her with me. It was uncomfortable with my jeans still on, but I was too desperate to have her to waste time removing them.

My fingers dug into her fleshy ass as she undulated on my lap, sliding up and down my cock. I was close. So close. Her mouth found mine, and as I buried myself in her, I finally lost control, thrusting hard and fast, chasing my pleasure.

The murmur of the television, the sound of planes flying overhead, and the distant rumble of thunder faded.

There was only her.

My love.

“Ti amo,” I groaned as I spilled inside her.

37

Thea

My cheeks burned when I finally found the courage to do the walk of shame back into the main living area. Dario had left me in the shower after making me come for a third time. I really needed a nap, but I’d asked to go with Cassian to collect his mother.

Ophelia Forsyth was a stranger, but if she was as lovely as Isobel Rothmore, then I knew I’d adore her.

“Feeling good?” Landon smirked when I crossed the living room. Kyril said nothing, but I saw him glare at Dario, who was in the kitchen making coffee, judging by the delicious aroma drifting out.

Dammit. I missed coffee! Tea didn’t have the same attraction, and while I loved all things sweet, consuming excessive sugar was not good now that I couldn’t work out daily.

Kyril relaxed when I sashayed over and sat next to him, resting my hand on his massive thigh. He was probably upset at not fucking me when we returned from the park, but the Lucian news hijacked our plans, and then Landon proposed...

I examined the two rings. Both were gorgeous. And somewhat surprisingly, they complimented each other, fitting together snugly like a wedding ring and an engagement ring would.

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