Page 107 of Silent Betrayal

Before I can even figure out what’s happened, his hands are on my bra, un-latching it and letting it drop down my arms.

“Stand on the edge of the bed for me, Love,” he says, his voice unsteady, like he’s on the edge of losing control. The thought excites me, and I quickly do as he asks, putting my pussy level with his face.

He hooks his thumbs in the side of my tights and underwear, and slowly peels them down my legs, helping me to step out of them. He tosses them aside and stands up. His mouth is rightthere. He licks his lips before his hands quickly move to my ass and he pulls my pussy to his mouth, licking right up my center and making me cry out as my hands shoot out to his head for balance.

I expected him to go slow, to build me up gradually, but apparently Gideon is done waiting as he dives right in, sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue into me. His actions have me crying out with a need for release as I hump his face.

One hand squeezes my ass then slides down to my thigh and lifts it over his shoulder, the position helps him find a deeper spot inside of me and my hands tighten in his hair as I seek my release.

His hand on my thigh moves around until he’s able to sink two fingers deep into my pussy.

“Gideon!” I cry. “Fuck, yes! More!” I yell, wanting him to push me over the peak that he’s been pushing me towards since he showed up at my bedroom door dressed in a suit and holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers.

“Come for me, Love,” he murmurs around my clit as his hand on my ass moves a little and he starts circling my back entrance.

“Yes! Please!” I beg, wanting to feel him everywhere.

He sinks a finger in and that tips me right over the edge as I scream my release.

I wrap my arms around his head to keep myself from falling as my legs shake with my release. As soon as I stop screaming, he’s able to catch me and lower me gently to the bed, climbing over me.

“Baby, I need you,” he whispers, rubbing his hard cock against me.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming. But I wrap my arms around him as he pushes himself inside me. “Gideon!” I cry out, feeling incredibly full.

He positions himself over me, one hand on either side of my head, his knees between mine, as he starts thrusting in and out of me. The sight ofhis tight abs and his cock entering me over and over is enough to get me worked up again.

“Look at me, Love.” I lift my eyes from where I’m watching him enter me, to meet his as he stares down at me with so much intensity, my heart skips a beat.

“I want to stare into your eyes as I make love to you.”

“Gideon,” I groan, my fingers pressing into his back.

“I want to see the moment your body reaches its climax and you convulse around my hard cock.”

I didn’t realize Gideon would have any sort of dirty talk, and I love it.

“Yes!” I exclaim, trying to meet him thrust for thrust.

“You’re so perfect, Mina. You’re so beautiful, laid out like this for me. Your pussy feels like it was made for me. So perfectly tight and wet, I can’t wait to feel you come around me.”

“Gideon!” I beg, his words sending me even higher.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he commands. I hadn’t even realized I closed them. But the moment I open them and see the heat in his beautiful hazel ones, I come hard. My entire body seems to shake as sparks fly through me.

When he thrusts hard and holds himself in me, growling loud before he crashes his lips to mine, I know he’s coming with me. We kiss until he collapses down beside me, pulling me to him, despite all the wetness between us.

“I love you, Mina.”

“I love you, too, Gideon. Thanks for an amazing date.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he whispers, kissing my head, and I realize he truly means that. I no longer feel any tension between him or the others about what happened before. I could hold a grudge and be mad,but what good would that do? They’ve each proved, in their own ways, what I mean to them and that I can trust them. And I know that, no matter what happens, they will always be there forme.

Chapter forty-eight

Ihug the guys goodbye as they head to their meeting at the police station across the street. All but Atlas, he refuses to leave until my dad gets here.

“Atlas, I’m just going to sit right here until he shows up,” I tell him, pointing to the small table against the window inside the little coffee shop we’re standing in. “You don’t have to stay.”

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