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I don’t want to talk about what happened, and I’m not looking for closure.

I just want some company. The kind that can make me scream.

I’ll be there in an hour

Chapter six

Elijah

What kind of woman gives someone their virginity, is ghosted for months, and then asks the same man to come over with no strings attached? I’m staring completely dumbfounded at the wine selection in front of me. I had no intention of conversing with Lilith, but after hearing about what happened with her brother, I can at least do this for her. I knew Lilith looked familiar when I hired her, but the dots never connected until Joe called me today. Lilith Jones and John Ruthsberg are siblings. Lilith uses her mothers maiden name and as of right now, I have no idea why. Truly, I don’t care. Either way after this week we’ll never have a reason to talk again. Unfortunately due to her connection to John, her time working at The Garden is coming to an end.

But I’ll give her tonight. She’s a good girl, and she’s smart. She could’ve really been an asset to the clinic if she wasn’t a Ruthsberg. My uncle wanted her brother dead for a reason, and it’s not my job to question him. Everything that’s at stakematters too much for me to let pussy get in the way. Even if that pussy was the closest feeling to heaven I’ll ever have.

I finally decide on two different bottles of wine and head towards the checkout, trying to keep my dick down. I can

keep lying to myself and say I’m doing this for her. But the truth is I’m going to miss having her around. When I learned about what John had done I fled back home hoping she’d get the hint and quit the clinic herself. I figured if I wasn’t there nothing would keep her there. But I should’ve known better, unlike those of us who actually run The Garden, she is deep in her faith with God. She thinks she’s doing the lord's work.

When I arrive, the entire place basically screams “College Town.” It’s a little after eleven and students are dancing around the front of the building. Some lawn chairs are sprawled out and there are a few topless girls seemingly fighting to see who can turn on the most people. I walk into the concrete hallway where each apartment's front door stands. A couple of stragglers are in the hall smoking weed and I can’t understand how Lilith lives here. Her faith is strong and she makes decent money. Well did make decent money.

I tap my knuckles against the door and wait for an answer. The numbers 111 stare back at me, placed right under the porch light. The door swings open a few seconds later, and I’m met by a woman who looks more angel than human. Lilith’s long black hair rolls down her backside, her pale skin warming from the glow of the yellow porch light. She looks up at me with eyes that remind me of swirling gray pools and a warm smile lined with plump, dark red lips. Her tongue rolls over her teeth, showing off her slightly crooked canines.

“I honestly didn’t think you’d show,” her light giggle fills the air around me with warmth. After months away I had forgotten how intoxicating I found her presence. The lust fills my body like it’s my own special poison. One last time I remind myself as she lets the robe previously covering her drop to the ground. She’s a thicker woman, and her body fills out the dark red lingerie perfectly. Bands of lace pull into her body in a way that would have any man on their knees, begging.

I follow her inside and set the wine down on an end table as she continues to stroll off into the kitchen. Her small apartment is open concept, so I get the pleasure of watching her ass sway as she goes to grab us glasses. Dressed like this, she looks dangerous and forbidden, but underneath that mask she wears is just a little girl who still believes in fairy tales. I’m no saint, and I know she deserves better but that doesn’t make the need to have her any less.

“Aren’t you going to say hello?” Her question pulls me out of my train of thought. “Sorry, pretty baby . Hey.” She sits down on the dark brown and tattered couch in the living room after pouring us both a glass. Lilith looks over at me with her diamond eyes and says, “I don’t bite Elijah.”

“Well I guess some things have changed then,” I chuckle as I land myself on the cushion next to her. Red flushes into her cheeks as she stares up at me.

“Look Lilith, I’m sorry for what happened before I left, I–” I’m cut off by her thighs sliding onto my lap and her dainty hand covering my mouth, lightly push ing my head into the back of the couch causing her to look down at me.

“I said I didn’t want to talk, I just want ed to be pleased.”

She must notice my eyes widen because her laugh makes its way into my mouth as her lips crash into mine. I groan as her tongue rolls into my mouth, swirling around as if it’s the sweetest thing she’s tasted. My hands make their way throughher dark locks and I pull her by her roots, forcing her neck to open up to me. She cries out as I bite down on her pale skin.

“Now Lilith, you know I like good girls. Only good girls get rewarded.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers as the sting on her scalp becomes too much and tears begin to collect in her water line.

“And what do good girls do when they want something?” I question as I wipe away a stray droplet with the pad of my thumb.

“Ask.”

I smile as I realize how well she remembers the rules from our past times together. After all of this time, she is still putty in my hands. “And isn’t that what you want, pretty baby? To be good for me?” She nods her head and her lips part open with a wispy breath. I loosen my grip on her hair, allowing her to pull her head forward and look at me.

“Will you please make me come sir?” Her eyelashes bat towards me as the red stain from earlier finds its home in her cheeks again. I shove her off my lap and onto the couch, standing up to tower over her.

“Touch yourself. Now.” I bark. Lilith’s hands slowly make their way to the top of her lingerie and within a few seconds the tie on the back is undone, and the fabric falls, granting me a perfect view of her breasts. Her left hand begins to tug at one of her nipples while the other drifts down to the fabric covering her bottom half. She begins to grind against

the palm of her hand, letting moans slip past her lips. My cock jumps to attention at every sound this gorgeous girl makes.

Placing one hand on either side of her shoulders, I lean down next to her ear and nip at it before whispering “That’s the behavior I expect, little whore.”

She gifts me with another moan while I grin down at the horny mess she’s becoming. I bend down farther and latch onto hernipple, nibbling and sucking, while teasing the hardened peak with my tongue. I shove her legs apart with my knees and pull the fabric covering her slit to the side. Her folds glisten with arousal, and the sight makes my dick strain painfully against my pants.

“What a good girl. So wet and needy for me,” I whisper as I dip my index finger inside of her. She pushes herself down into my palm, needy for the friction that will bring her to an orgasm. I pull my finger out and smack her cunt. Her squeal echoes around the room as she jumps back on the couch.

“Good girls don’t take more without asking,” I say sternly, taking her jaw into my hand.

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