Page 14 of Nidev and Lyric

He wanted her to be his secret fuck angel.

Maybe he wanted to tell her exactly that.

Maybe he wanted to seduce her.

Or maybe he wanted to take whatever he wanted without asking. Anytime he wanted it. Anywhere he wanted it. However he wanted it.

Definitely the last option.

He felt his phone buzzing with her texts the entire ride but didn’t let himself look till in the confines of his Bentley Continental.

He opened her texts.

So, I was thinking… About your…situation…

There it was. That delectable vulnerability. Too sweet to say the dirty words. Too scared to voice them.

If you’re able to obtain what you want by talking to me, it gives you time to see if this could be a permanent solution.

Sorry…just thinking out loud.

Either way, I’m happy to help you however you need. I trust you.

Trust him.

What do you trust me with?he texted.Just getting in my car and about to head back. CanI call you? I need to hear your voice.

The moment she typed herOf course, he switched to phone, and hit the call button then got on the levee road leading out.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Her concern felt like a punch to his lower stomach and balls. “Yes. And how are you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m good. A little sore from working out when I couldn’t sleep.”

Sweaty body visions got added to his menu. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Just… so many things on my mind.”

“Julian?”

“Yep. And everything going on in the world.Andhow I can help you has really been front and center. What did you think of my suggestion?”

“I think I like it.”

“Great!” she said, her tone arousing the fuck out of him. And why? She sounded like she always did, a devoted Creole King Academy student, pleasing her teacher. Yeah, that was it. He liked that. Her being a sweet, good girl. Innocent. Breakable. He loved the idea of her being delicate and fragile. The problem was why he liked it. He didn’t want to protect it, he wanted to crush it then drag them both through the broken pieces until blood covered them. Then he wanted to roll around in that filth while everything bled. After, he could put it all back together, lick it clean and do it again.

“Okay. How are your symptoms?”

Her attempt to hide her sexual fragility stoked his fire. “Raging out of control.”

“Alright,” she soothed as lust thumped in his cock till his entire groin ached. “Just… try and ride it. And… you may as well embrace it, it’s just sexual pleasure and that’s known to be good for you.”

“Lyric…”

Every psychotic urge flooded his tongue in a deluge, forcing him to hold his jaw shut.

“Yes?” she carefully asked, the sound of her fear and arousal tearing through him and thickening his breaths.

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