Page 19 of Mischievous Lies

Fine, I can teach him a lesson.

I head into the kitchen and open the pantry. I’m not much of a cook, but Billie has left plenty behind, and a devilish smile paints my lips as I reach for the first item I see. From what I’ve heard, Hawke might be tough and able to fight off multiple men at once, but let’s see how he gets out of this.

I hide the item behind my back as I walk back into the bathroom with a sweet smile plastered on my face.

“Knew you couldn’t stay away,” he says, reaching for me. But before he can get his hands on me, I douse him in cooking oil. He seems shocked at first, but then his gaze hardens. He reaches out again, this time to grab the bottle still leaking oil. The moment he shifts, he loses his footing and falls to his ass. Hard.

An ugly snort escapes me as I bend over laughing. Tears stream down my face as I try to avoid stepping into the puddle of oil. I can’t even see from how hard I’m laughing, and before I can wipe the tears away, a hard body slams into mine, and I slip. I anticipate the worst, trying to catch myself, expecting my head to crack on the tiles. But it’s only my tailbone that hits hard. When I open my eyes, I notice his hands are cupping the back of my head, taking the impact. He’s half on top of me now, my ass numb from the fall.

“You think that’s funny?” he teases. I try to give him my angriest expression, but I snort and break into a fit of laughter again. I will never forget him looking like a baby giraffe on ice, hands, and legs in the air as his hard dick strained in the wind while he fell. I try to wipe away the tears, but they keep coming. “You can stop laughing now. What if my dick was hurt during one of those falls?” he grumbles.

“Maybe you’ll have to rely on your head instead of your dick, then,” I say, still laughing. When my laughter begins to recede, I realize how intently he’s watching me. “What?” I barely manage to say because he looks serious. Is he really that mad? Okay,sure, it was an asshole thing to do, but it’s Hawke. And besides, he broke into my home.

“I like it when you laugh. Maybe next time, not at the expense of my cock, though.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying to hold in the next fit of laughter. Heat fills the room, and it has nothing to do with the hot shower still running behind him.

I feel his callused hand gliding up my wet nightgown. My heartbeat picks up speed, and I hyperfocus on his touch as it glides higher, his gaze unwavering. My thighs open of their own volition as I suck in a breath, anticipating all the things I know this man can offer. I feel stupid now for resisting it for so long because I know how he can make me feel. I know how my body will come undone.

His hand curves around my thigh, and I steady my breathing as I feel the brush of his thumb against my clit. It’s just a graze, but intentional enough to have me begging for more, which I refuse to do.

“Do you want me to slide that nightie up and fuck you?” he asks with a slow-spreading smirk that implies he thinks he’s already won.

“No,” I bite back at the same time my hips tilt, applying more pressure from his thumb on my clit. Treacherous body.

One of his eyebrows raises. “Are you sure? It feels like you want this.”

“No,” I say again, and he challenges me with his gaze, but his hand retreats from my clit, roaming down my leg the same way it had come up. This time, his touch sets a fire against my skin, and I want it back where it was before.

It’s so hard to not give in to this man who already knows he’s a god. He raises carefully to his knees, and my pussy is pounding, my heart racing at the thought of yanking him back tome. His hand, however, doesn’t leave my body, and it feels like a tether between us.

“What if I’m just hungry?” he asks, his eyes devouring me.

“Then you better work on that appetite,” I reply breathlessly.

He pushes up my nightgown. I’m not wearing any underwear underneath, and if he wasn’t looking at me like he was going to devour me before, now I’m really in trouble. My legs fall open expectantly. I might not be able to admit it to Hawke, but I want him. Well, my body does.

“Just a little taste?” he almost begs.

And I find myself responding with, “Just a little taste.”

His leash of control snaps. He leans down, pressing kisses against my lower stomach. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my skin. His hand slides to my ass, a smear of oil left in its wake as his kisses trail lower.

Fuck me. I’ve needed this release for so long. I lean back on my elbows and tip my head back, focusing on the feel of him. He says something I can’t understand, and then his tongue is inside of me.

“Fuck.” Shit, I said that out loud. But I’m too committed now to care. He chuckles against my pussy, his hot breath ghosting against me as he begins to eat me out, his slippery hands gliding up and down my outer thighs, his fingers massaging the muscles.

My palms slide over his hands and arms. I love the feeling of how big he is. Hawke makes me feel small in comparison, and I fucking love the way he devours me as if he’s a starved man.

I bunch up the bottom of my soaked nightgown, raising it higher. Guiding one of his hands to my breast, he squeezes it hard, the oil adding a sensual touch. His other hand continues rubbing up and down my thigh, as I roll my hips against his mouth.

Fuck me, he knows what he’s doing with that tongue.

He continues torturing me, sucking, tongue fucking, and biting at me. Every tug, every lick teases my core, as if from only that one time together, he’s mastered my body. But this is better than what I remember. Maybe it’s because I haven’t gotten off for so long. Or, maybe it’s because… we’ve been building up for this for so long.

I want to blame my month of unintentional celibacy as the reason I’m allowing him to slide his mouth between my legs right now, wanting to ignore the fact of how deeply attracted I am to him.

I don’t touch him, letting him worship me. He spreads my thighs farther apart, giving him better access, and I cry out, surprised by his ability to tongue fuck me deeper. I glance down at his black hair; all his attention is on servicing me. The sight is beautiful. I can see how hard his cock is, but he continues only focusing on me.

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