Page 25 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats

"When are you going to fuck me?” she whines, pulling me on top of her.

“I just made you come twice. How do you still want more?”

“Because I haven’t had your dick inside me yet.”

I chuckle before leaning down to bite her nipple. She groans, pushing her chest into my mouth to give her more. I move to the other side, licking and sucking on that nipple next.

“I’ll fuck you when you want it for yourself, and not for me.”

“I definitely want it for me.”

I smirk, then get up from the couch. “Get dressed and meet me in the library. Now that you’re no longer needed here, it’s time to put my plan into action.”

She gasps as she sits up, her tits jiggling and making my mouth water. I’ve never enjoyed a woman’s body the way I enjoy hers. There’s just something about it…

“Are you finally going to tell me what it is?”

“If you hurry up, yes.”

She squeals as she jumps from the couch, gathering her clothes to get dressed. When I move into the library, she’s following right behind me—like a loyal little pet.

I tap the corner of my desk as I take my chair. “Sit.”

My pretty little kitten hops onto my desk, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them. She’s so petite, she fits right on the edge there.

“Do I get to know now?” she asks excitedly.

I smirk, unable to help it. The smallest things bring her happiness, and I find it endearing.

“Yes, I will tell you my plan.”

She wiggles, making an excited sound.

I give her the quick rundown of my life. How I was given up for adoption in Iowa, brought here after I was adopted, my parents dying, foster care, coming into the money, and then, most recently, learning about my bio mother and my twin brother.

Her eyes are wide. “This sounds like a movie.”

Yeah, it does. Unfortunately, it isn’t. It’s my fucking life.

“I’m waiting for a call back from someone to get me more information on James, but he’s taking too long, and so I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to find him myself.”

She sucks in a long breath, her eyes going wide. “You’re going to find him?”

“I’m going to check him out. Watch him for a few days. Maybe I’ll talk to him. I need to know what makes him so special and why he got to stay.”

“Oh, Atty.” She hops off the desk and curls up in my lap. “Absolutely nothing. Your mother shouldn’t have done that to you.”

I wrap my arms around her, hugging her to me.

“You sure you want to come with me?” I ask.

“It’s you and me now, Atty.” She nuzzles her nose against my neck. “Always.”

Chapter Eleven

Atticus

Some people may think Lilah is using me for my money. Since I’ve saved her, I’ve bought her a new wardrobe, a new cell phone, and every hygiene product she asked for, including some hundred-dollar face cream. But I don’t give a fuck about money, so what does it matter to me? I’ll never use what I have in my lifetime, so I may as well let my kitten enjoy it. She’s my responsibility, and I want to spoil the hell out of her. And it’s not like I lifted a finger for this money, anyway. It was all handed to me.

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