Page 52 of Nidev and Lyric

He seethed when her fingers stroked his ass, prodding and teasing, driving him to a delirious fucking edge. He forcedher mouth back on his cock, bringing the throbbing crown to her throat with a string of filthy groans.

“Drink every fucking drop,” he swore, pumping rapidly into her frantic grunts till he came.

She was still swallowing when he yanked her up by her arms and sat her on the desk, his tongue in her moaning mouth, hand shoving her legs open. Feeling how wet her panties were filled him with a feral urge to tear into her. Threads ripped as he shredded them in two jerks, pressing one hand at the back of her ass and feeling her pussy with the other. “Dripping,” he accused on her mouth, sliding two fingers in and jerking her forward to meet the thrust.

He watched her face in the cruel rapture, fucking her cunt with ruthless jabs to the very edge of ecstasy. Then he withdrew and stuffed them in her mouth with a hot groan then kissed her, tasting what the fuck she did to him. “That’s all you get,filthygirl.”

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By the time Lyric reached Nidev’s apartment that night, her nerves were drawn so tight, her body literally ached from it. Not just with sexual need, but the need to understand, the need to get things right, the need to know what his intentions were, especiallyoutsideof sex.

The man who’d opened up to her with painful secrets seemed gone. No, not gone, he was hiding. Behind… something. Everything. Why? That was the question.

Three knocks then three steadying breaths. Chin up.

He opened the door and she got hit with straight up sex appeal. No shirt, those loose black pants. No shoes. His expression was almost lazy but his gaze was sharper than ever as it took its time moving over her. It felt measured. Calculated. Evenjudgy.

He opened the door wider, silently creating space for her to enter.

She walked in and dropped the bag near the door as it shut.

The sound of the lock trembled in her blood and wrecked her breaths.

“Thirsty?” he asked softly as he passed her on his way to the kitchen. She stared at him from the backside, her entire body drooling for him.

“Water,” she forced, desperate for something to hold in her hands as she waited for what was coming tonight. The third lesson. The bracelet. Her original reason why he chose that lesson felt utterly wrong and stupid after what happened in the gym.

“Sit on the couch,” he said from the fridge, the order clenching her insides.

She wanted to answer him, but her mouth refused to budge as she made her way to it and sat.

He brought two bottles of water, setting one on the coffee table as he sat right next to her. She leaned for the bottle, and he stopped her with an arm, twisting the cap off the one he was holding and handing it to her. He got the second one and opened it, set the cap on the table and putting his arm on the back of the couch behind her, his sexy mouth sucking on his water.

He angled his head and caught her looking right at him. His eyes were like traps you couldn’t pull out of. She pressed her back into the couch when he leaned in and put his mouth right next to hers but didn’t kiss. Her pulse thundered in her throat as she waited, desperate to taste and feel him again. “Tell me why I picked this lesson.”

His warm breath sent electricity through her erratic pulse. Then her mind dumped a bucket of images from the gym—every eye having their fill of him—and she turned her face away.

The bold act cost her even if she didn’t know how in that second.

He returned to his space as she fought the panic clawing up her throat.

“You asked me to wear it just to…” She felt his eyes back on her, drilling, but the reckless jealousy refused to let her go.

“To what?” he softly pressed. No, warned. That was a clear warning because he knew somehow that she was about to say something…

“To feelstupid,” she forced out. “And fake,” she added, her voice shaking.

“Wrong answer.”

She snapped her gaze at him, chest heaving. She held his stare until she felt herself crumbling beneath the power in it. “What happened to her?” she demanded. “What happened to your sister? What did you do, how did this… musical wake you up and change you? What about your mother and your father, what did they do, did you tell them?” She shot up from the couch when her emotions became a vortex in her chest and head, making it hard to breathe. “There’s so much I don’t know about you,” she realized, shaking her head, daring a glance at him. She came to a halt, her breaths catching at the hint of asmile. “What is so funny to you about this? You who…can’t be bothered with laughing and silly joy? Are you enjoying my pain in all this? Oh no, don’t hide it now,” she dared when he lowered his head.

“I’m not hiding it,” he assured, raising a full smile at her now.

“Is this a test?” she demanded, holding herself and pacing, watching him. “Is this part of your tests? Your tests that I don’t get, I don’t understand?”

“You will,” he assured.

A gasp flew from her, pausing her steps. “Oh, right, sure.” She returned to pacing and shaking. “And what if I decide I want to quit this? Whateverthisis?”

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