Page 64 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats

Biting on her bottom lip, she looks up at me, blinking slowly.

“You look really hot right now,” she says.

I can’t help but smirk.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” She nods, reaching for the button on my pants. I raise a brow, but don’t stop her. She holds my gaze as she gets to her knees, frees my dick, and licks around the crown. I groan, my hand tightening on the knife that’s still in my hand.

She takes me to the back of her throat, making me dizzy with how good it feels. She knows just the right way to move her tongue, just the amount of pressure to drive me in-fucking-sane. I find the back of her head, pushing her deeper, loving how she lets me test her boundaries.

The light glints off the silver on the knife, the small inch that isn’t covered in blood. I bring it to Lilah’s throat, pressing lightly. She doesn’t stop what she’s doing. If anything, she goes harder.

“Don’t stop,” I tell her.

Her small hand comes up to cup my balls, massaging them gently. Her eyes fall closed and she keeps bobbing on my dick, moaning as if it’s the best treat. Seeing her like this, with the knife at her throat and my dick in her mouth, it’s hot as fuck.

“Fuck, Kitten,” I groan. “So sexy.”

She hums, sending little vibrations around my dick and making it impossible to hold off any longer. I don’t warn her when I come, but it’s like she already knows. She doesn’t waste a drop, even licks her lips when she pulls off.

I tug on her hair, causing her to yelp, but she gets to her feet. I shove her back until she slams against the wall. My hand is on her throat, her eyes burning into mine. I bet she’s fucking soaked.

I slip the knife into the waistband of her leggings, sliding downward to cut through the crotch, then turn the blade to slice them in half. The smallest whimper escapes her, and I drop to my knees, using my fingers to pull her leggings down the rest of the way.

“Just as I suspected.”

I lean in, needing a taste of her sweet pussy. She arches into me, moaning out her approval. Her nails dig into my forearm, my hand still firmly around her throat.

“Spread your legs wider, Kitten.”

I flip the knife as she does what I say, spreading them as wide as the leggings that are still around her ankles will allow. I lean in for another taste, kissing her clit, then I slide the hilt of the knife inside her.

“Atty—” Her voice is choked, raspy, and so fucking sexy as I fuck her with the hilt of the knife I just used to kill a man.

My gaze stays on her pussy and the way it swallows the end of the knife, coming out glistening and creamy. I pull it out of her, then make a show of licking it clean. Her lips are parted, and she looks like she’s about to cry, but I know it’s only excitementand pleasure. When I shove the knife inside her again, I flick my tongue along her clit and smile when she shatters, gushing all over my hand. I stand, leaning in to kiss her so she can taste herself.

“Such a good little kitten you are,” I whisper. “Now let’s go home.”

Chapter Thirty

Atticus

I’m not sure what’s changed between me and Lilah. Since the final kill a week ago, we haven’t been able to get enough of one another. This is how it was after the first time we fucked, but things slowed down. Now it’s crazier than ever. When I’m not fucking her, we’re lying in bed with my dick inside her, just so I can feel her. And when we eat, she sits on my lap, with my dick inside her.

When my dick isn’t hard enough to stay in her pussy, she puts it in her mouth to play with it or suck on it. It feels good in a way that sex doesn’t. It won’t make me come but it’s… something. Like scratching an itch.

“When are you going to call him?” Lilah asks as she settles beside me, hand going to my balls. She likes to hold them too, when we sleep.

“First thing in the morning.”

“Do you think he got the point?”

I stare up at the ceiling, wondering the same thing. I’m not sure if this was all for nothing. Did he notice? Did he understand? If he doesn’t know about me, then does it matter at all? Should I have done more? Should I have left it alone?

All of these questions and more have gone through my head, ever since Violet left. How did I not realize my head was such a mess because of her? I’m so grateful to have found her and spoke to her about our past.

“I haven’t a clue,” I answer honestly. “I don’t know a thing about him.”

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