Page 62 of Diem

I was a dripping mass of desire and stared with disbelief when he said, “Next round.”

Sitting back in my chair with a huff, I ignored his chuckle and grabbed my cards, staring at them blindly, eager for the next gift because at this point, I didn’t want to win.

Diem dropped his pair of aces on the felt table with heated eyes and beckoned me over with a crook of his finger. Trembling, I approached and gasped when he pulled me into his lap and sucked a nipple into his mouth before biting down gently.

“Oh,” I groaned, writhing against his erection, still covered by his boxers.

Fuck, I yearned for the heat I felt through the thin material, his hard length delicious against my core.

With a growl, he arched into me as he suckled and chewed on my nipples until he pulled back and said gruffly, “Time.”

Staggering back to my chair, I blindly tossed cards around until Diem won, and then I flew into his arms as he chuckled and pulled me close, kissing my forehead before laying me back on the table.

It felt so decadent to be splayed across the felt naked for him to see, and running my fingers over the thick material, I writhed around sensually.

Diem grabbed my knees and spread them wide, splaying me open before he dived into my core.

“Diem,” I cried, bucking into his mouth when he licked me up and thrusted inside with his warm wicked tongue.

Writhing against him mindlessly, I shuddered when he groaned, reaching up to twirl my nipples between his fingers. All at once, I dropped over the precipice and orgasmed so hard, stars danced before my eyes.

Diem wasted no time in lifting me up and pulling me around before sinking into me, his dark eyes boring into mine. Crying out again, when he stretched me wide, my heart jumped into my throat when he paused at my barrier and met my stare.

“Sweet?” he rumbled, and I nodded, staring into his gaze, so beautiful in his need as he broke through my innocence.

“Fuck,” Diem swore, and I smiled, pleased to bring this hot as fuck man to his knees.

Diem bottomed out and began to fuck me in long slow strokes, and I felt so full, so good I tipped over the edge. As soon as I clenched around him, he gasped, thrusting into me rapidly until he began to tremble and tipped his head back.

His warmth enveloped me and I collapsed against his chest, passing out, only waking long enough to register that I was back in the bed before sleep claimed me.

Now, standing here in this house where it all began and ended, I’m all hot and disturbingly bothered. Where did it…did I go wrong?

Diem breaks me from my reverie, growling, “What were you doing there?”

In a daze, I meet his dark stare before turning my cheek. The past is long since over but I’m reeling under the sensations he pulled out of me so easily while he stands here expecting me to respond. It’s this that pushes me back to the present though because I’d rather not reveal any more vulnerability than I already have.

He's likely to eat me alive if I do. Not the best choice of words, I acknowledge with a shiver as he says, “Maeve…”

What do I tell him? Nothing? Or everything? I don’t trust him, but I have to hope that as Ollie’s sister, he wouldn’t truly abandon me.

Right?

“Mae?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“Why?”

“Because!” he thunders, and I raise my chin.

“Where’s my brother?” I ask and his eyes flicker before he says, “At some camp for genius fuckers.”

“Is he?”

Ollie has never wanted to attend shit like that. Why now? Something’s fishy and this jerk better fess up if he wants answers from me.

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