Page 42 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats

“Why would you want to do that?” James asks, rearing his head back.

Okay, that was my last shot.

This isn’t working, and it’s getting weird.

“Never mind,” I finally say. The last thing I need is to be pinned as a prostitute in a room full of cops. “Have a good day.”

I get up and hurry over to Atticus, who’s gaze definitely gets hotter the closer I get.

“I’m sorry, I—”

He cuts me off by shoving his tongue down my throat and grabbing a handful of my ass. Someone behind us gasps. Atticus is hard against my stomach, and I can’t help but smile against his mouth.

He grabs my hand and tugs me after him, leading us through the lobby and out to the parking lot. The trunk opens before we reach it, and he lifts me up, tosses me inside, and hops in after me, closing the trunk door after him.

Atticus shoves my dress up my hips, grips my panties in two hands and tears them in half. I smile to myself as I wait for him to settle back and lick me, like he always does. But when he goes for the button on his pants, I just about die.

Oh my god…

Oh my god!Finally.

“You were so fucking hot in there,” he growls as he shoves his pants down. “I’ve never seen something so sexy in my entire life.”

Words fail me. There’s nothing to say.

Atticus doesn’t bother to take his pants off. Once he’s free, he leans over me, putting his weight on one arm while thrusting into me in one go.

“Oh god!” I cry out as he groans deeply.

“Fucking hell, that’s good,” he grunts. Shifting, he pulls out, then slams back in so hard I slide up. He does it again, and my head hits the wall of the car. His free hand grips my hip, holding me in place so he can fuck me hard, but it doesn’t do a damn thing. I end up crunched against the wall, which only helps him go deeper.

He’s loud and primal and rough and this is so much better than I’ve ever been fucked before.

It lasts forever and not long at all. He comes with a roar, dick pulsing inside me. We’re both panting, and his sweaty forehead comes down to rest on mine. I don’t even care that I didn’t come. That was so fucking hot!

He blinks a few times and catches my gaze. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, and he moves to pull back, but I grab his arm.

“Please tell me you’re taking me back to the hotel to do that again.”

He smiles and it knocks the air right out of my chest.

Chapter Nineteen

Atticus

I’ve never felt anything like that before. Watching Lilah talk to my brother for me, trying to get information out of himfor me.She went over there, put herself in an uncomfortable position, and she did it all for me. It may not seem like much, but to me it’s everything. People don’t do things for me unless they’re paid for it. That’s how it’s been my entire life. I never thought I cared, but apparently I do. Because her doing that drove me absolutely wild. I almost bent her over the dining table and fucked her in front of the entire restaurant. Thankfully, I had enough wherewithal not to do that.

The drive back to our hotel is full of tension, my dick still achingly hard even after already coming. I’ve had sex before, enough times to know what it’s like. Yet it was different justnow, with Lilah. It’s never felt so good. Not just the orgasm or the sex, but something deeper. Like an actual connection. I knew there was something about Lilah the moment I saw her, and the more I let her in, the more I realized how right I was because my attachment to her is only growing with each day that passes.

She hurries ahead of me to the elevator, and I spot dried cum on her dress and on the back of her thigh. I’m not sure if she knows it’s there, but even if she did, I doubt she’d care. She’s unapologetically herself; just like me. I’m tempted to shove her against the wall in the elevator and fuck her again, but there are cameras in here, so it’s a bad idea.

“Get that dress off, and get on the bed,” I say before our room door slams closed. I undress myself as I follow her to the bed. She’s naked in seconds and spreads out on the mattress like some sort of twisted dark angel. When my clothes are off, I climb over her, shoving myself inside her just like I did earlier. I can’t wait. There is no patience when it comes to this woman, to my kitten. How I’ve waited so long is beyond me, because now I’m not sure I can stop.

Her head cranes back as she pushes her hips into me, needing me deeper. I grab her hip hard enough it’ll leave a bruise and grind myself against her, going in as far as I can.

“Fuck, Atty,” she groans. “You feel so good.”

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