Page 51 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats

“Tell me you love my cock, Kitten.”

“I love your cock, Atticus!”

“Tell me you belong to me.”

I hold her hips, driving up into her.

“I belong to you. Only you.”

“Good fucking girl,” I growl, already feeling the telltale signs of an orgasm.

I watch her pussy swallow my dick, see the gleam of her wetness all over my shaft, puddling in the hair surrounding the base. I wish I could lean down to lick it up, not wanting a drop of it to go to waste.

“I want you to come on my cock, Kitten.”

“I’m close,” she whimpers. I fuck her harder, pounding into her and hitting all the angles and spots she likes. Her head falls back on her shoulders, jutting her tits out, so I suck a nipple into my mouth, nibble on the hardened bud. “Atty, I’m going to come!”

I hum a sound of approval as I bite down on her nipple. She cries out, pussy clenching my dick as her body trembles through her orgasm. A few more thrusts, and I’m coming too.

She falls against me, chest heaving. I run my fingers up and down her back, causing goosebumps to erupt along her skin. My dick softens and eventually slips out of her, which makes a damn mess. There’s going to be cum all over the couch, but it isn’t the first time. Lilah has gotten pretty good at cleaning it up.

She leans back, giving me a tired smile. It’s still early, maybe around seven, but she looks like she’s ready for bed.

I brush some hair away from her face, holding her bright blue gaze.

“I don’t think I know what love is, and maybe I’ll never understand it at all. But this… you?Us? It’s better than love, Kitten. So much fucking better.”

Lilah blinks a few times, her eyes getting a little watery. She leans forward, kissing my lips softly.

“I love you too, you psychopath.”

I huff out a laugh, happy to hear those words. I didn’t think they would matter, but it seems everything Lilah does matters.

“Have you thought of having children?” I ask.

I’m not sure what makes me ask. I’d already told myself that I would never procreate. I’d ruin a child’s life. But maybe with Lilah by my side, it wouldn’t turn out so badly. Maybe she could make it good, like her.

Her body tenses the moment I ask the question, and I know immediately something is wrong. Her gaze goes to the side, avoiding eye contact.

“What is it?” I ask, turning her face toward me.

“I… can’t have children.” Her hands go over her stomach protectively and a tear slips down her cheek.

This is something that means a lot to her. This is something she can never do but wanted to—or still wants to. I’m not good at consoling people. I can’t begin to know how to do that when I can hardly understand emotions at all. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt sad. How do you deal with an emotion if you’ve never felt it?

I feel something now, though. Not something that is quite anger, but…something. And it’s for my Kitten. I’m feeling it because she’s upset. Empathy, maybe.

“Hey,” I say softly, getting her attention. “I’ll steal a baby for you.”

She huffs out a laugh, wiping the tear from her cheek. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“And here I thought my proclamation of love would have won the gold.”

She laughs tiredly, leaning against me. I move us so we’re lying down on the couch. Her eyes fall closed, and a short time later, she’s asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Atticus

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