Page 50 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats

“Oh, damnit—” The TV channel changes but she quickly flips it back to the movie.

“Put that back,” I say quickly, having seen a flash of something that caught my eye. “Hurry up.”

She presses the button, and the screen changes back to the news.

“—death of Steven Lewis. Authorities have not released what evidence they have, and Victor Spencer’s lawyers are working diligently to get this case thrown out, we’re told.”

“Holy shit,” Lilah hisses, a smile crossing her lips. “It worked.”

She turns to look at me, grinning brightly.

I almost can’t believe it myself.

“How does a man murder someone while in jail, Samantha?” the male anchor asks with a chuckle, as if he finds the entire thing ridiculous.

“You know, Trey, I’m not entirely sure, but crazier things have happened.”

Trey chuckles and says, “I suppose you’re right. On a brighter note, the Bruins have won again. Let’s check in with Hal to get the highlights.”

I turn to face Lilah, who is still smiling. “Good job, Kitten.”

Her smile somehow grows, and I pull her on top of me. She squeals, squeezing me tightly and kissing all over my face.

“I told you it would work!” she shouts.

“You did.”

“And I was right.”

“Yes, you were.”

We lie on the couch, her on top of me, holding each other until she complains she didn’t get to finish her food and probably missed her favorite part of the movie. I hoped she’d forgotten about it. We finish our dinner, and unfortunately, the movie too. Of course, it has a happily ever after and no one gets murdered. Someone does die at the end though, so maybe it isn’t thebestsort of happily ever after.

“What do you want to do now?” she asks, leaning back against the couch.

“I was hoping you’d ride my cock.”

She bites on her bottom lip, then slowly gets up from the couch.

“How could I say no to that?”

She pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it away, then drops her shorts. Moving to stand in front of me, she stays put.

“You’re beautiful,” I say softly, leaning forward to kiss her stomach. “So fucking sexy.” I slide my hand over her hip and around to her ass. “Perfect.” Pulling her onto my lap, I take her nipple into my mouth once she’s settled on top of me.

My hand slides between her legs, finding her soaked, and I slip two fingers inside her. She moans, her hands going to my shoulders as her head falls back.

“Always so wet and ready for me, Kitten.”

“I want your cock, Atticus.”

I shift, using my free hand to undo the button and zipper on my slacks, without removing my fingers from her pussy. If I could be inside her at all times, I would be.

My dick is aching, leaking when I pull it out. I hold it up straight for her to sink onto, which she does before my fingers are out of her.

She rocks her hips back and forth, moaning. My arms come around her waist and I kiss her everywhere I can reach. Her neck, chest, tits… all of her. I lick and suck and bite, leaving more marks. Her skin is colorful with bruises from me, and this is how I plan for her skin to be for the rest of forever. Because as long as she’s with me, I’m going to make it known who she belongs to. There will be reminders on her skin and in how sore her pussy is. She won’t be able to do a damn thing without thinking about me.

“Atty, your dick feels so good.”

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