Page 121 of Silenced

Fascinating.

I hadn’t expected that.

Beyond pleased with this development, I settle back in the booth that’s for my use only and, instead of responding, show my appreciation for her possessiveness by kissing the upper swell of her breasts. She squirms on my lap but doesn’t try to stop me.

Hiding a smile, I let a finger trail over the ripe curves that peep out from a sweetheart neckline which, combined with two thick straps, frames her tits to perfection.

The dress I have her in today is a cream, soft knit that covers her to the knee then falls into a fringed hem that swishes about her calves.

Combined with a set of tan leather kitten heels that do criminal things to her ass, and a braid that I want wrapped around my fist, she looks like something I want to eat.

I’ve already established that Cassiopeia isn’t comfortable baring so much skin, but I don’t understand why.

She’s fucking beautiful.

And it’s not as if I’m dressing her in short skirts or revealing clothes—why the hell would I want to show those parts off that belong only to me?

Her logic is clearly unsound.

When goose bumps surge over her chest at my touch, she releases a soft moan that deepens as my finger trails along her throat where a mark lingers from the other day. I like the sight of it on her.

Her hand grabs my wrist, though, nails digging in as she complains, “You never answered me.”

The server is so irrelevant to me that it takes a minute to remember what she asked.

Ah.

“She might want to fuck me,solnyshko,butIonly want to fuckyou.”

She bites her lip again so I tug it free from her teeth with my thumb. Then, I slide the tip inside her mouth and, with hungry eyes, press deeper.

Cassiopeia surprises me by swirling her tongue over it.

Blyad, possessiveness looks good on her.

Satisfied that our jealousy is a two-way street, I press a kiss to her throat where a mark I left yesterday is starting to fade.

She shivers against me and, over her shoulder, I see the server make an appearance. Her eyes collide with mine and her cheeks turn pink before she looks away, shoulders rounding in on themselves at her approach.

Cassiopeia startles on my lap when the waitress lays our dishes on the table.

I study the other woman and order, “Don’t disturb us.”

She nods and fades away like the nonentity she is to me.

“I hope you’re going to tip her well for being so rude.”

Cassiopeia’s disapproving tone, in spite of her jealousy, has me hiding a smile as I press a kiss to her lips. “I’ll let you calculate it, hmm?”

Though she snorts, her attention soon shifts when a light vibration hums through the seat.

“What is that?” As she twists, her mouth rounds into a perfect circle. “They put up privacy screens.”

“You didn’t think eating at a restaurant would come without a price?” I taunt.

She whines, “But you ordered food!”

“And I won’t make you wait if you come.”

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