Page 22 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats

“You better not be lying to me,” I growl.

“I’m not, Atty. I promise.”

“Fine,” I say as I drop back onto the bed. “Let’s go then.” I gesture to my dick. “But we’re not fucking. You can make me come with your mouth.”

She rolls her eyes before sliding down my body, hooking her fingers in my waistband to pull down my briefs. My dick pops free and her eyes widen, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“It’s not going to suck itself,” I say as she stares down at it, eager to taste it but not doing anything about it.

Her hand wraps around me and she squeezes out the precum oozing out at the head, dipping down to lick it up.

“Fuck,” I growl out, my hand going to her head. I push her down, and she opens, taking me to the back of her throat. I grit my teeth as she moans, so I lift my hips, making my dick go even further. Her throat contracts around me, and she pushes on my thighs like she’s trying to lift off, but I hold her down harder until I’m ready to let her go. When I do, she jerks away, panting for breath, looking at me with tears in her eyes.

“What the fuck,” she breathes out. “You trying to kill me?”

“No,” I answer honestly. “Not really.”

“Not really?” she shouts. “Look, if I’m just here for you to play with for a while before you kill me, you can tell me now.”

I huff out a laugh. “I don’t want to kill you, Kitten. Trust me.”

Her gaze goes from my face back to my dick. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” I hold my hand up. “Promise I am not trying to kill you. I know what I’m doing. And I will not hurt you. At least, not more than you want.”

She blinks a few times, then nods, going back to my dick. She puts it in her mouth again, and this time when I push her down, she doesn’t fight me. When I let her up, she sucks in a breath and smiles at me.

“Now imagine choking on my cock while I kept you on the edge of orgasm,” I say to her. She moans around my dick happily.

Maybe I should tell her that I have killed someone during sex. It was one time, and the girl was a fucking mess. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I was having a rough day.

I don’t get off on killing people in a sexual way. Not into raping people. Necrophilia is definitely not my thing. Not even all that much into sex. I’ve done it, but it’s never been a great experience. Not the way people talk about it. But maybe that’s because it wasn’t with the right person. Because the way my kitten is letting me use her mouth has me never wanting to stop.

She takes me deeper and relaxes more. The more relaxed she gets, she lets me hold her down longer. Before I know it, I’m coming so fucking hard I see stars. She coughs and chokes around my dick, the contractions making the orgasm even better. My cum drips from her mouth because she can’t take it all.

“Fuck!” she cries out when I finally let her up. I run a hand through my hair, then glance down at her. She’s panting, tears glistening in her eyes. “I’m soaked.” I raise a brow as she crawls up my body. “Make me come again?”

“It’s so fucking hot that you ask.”

I scoot down the bed and shove her up to sit on my face. She rides my tongue for less than a minute before she’s gushing all over me, crying out her release. After that, we fall asleep together until late afternoon.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” she asks.

“I mean everything I say.”

“Is that possible?”

I shrug. “I learned a long time ago that pretending to be a better person doesn’t mean you get treated better. So what’s the point in wasting my energy?”

“Smart words.”

We get out of bed a short time later, and I make us breakfast. She helps me clean up the kitchen afterward, even though I tell her she doesn’t have to.

Lilah busies herself with laundry, such a domestic task, while I go to the library and focus on the information I do have on my brother. I’m still waiting for Gavin to call me back to let me know if he can help me out or not. I suppose I could do some digging on my own, but I’m not sure I’m very good at being discreet. I don’t know how to cover my tracks on the internet.

But is being discreet needed?

I pick up my phone and search the number for the Boston police station. There are a ton of locations, and I can’t begin to guess which he works at. Nothing Gavin gave me says either way.

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