Page 67 of Splitting Secrets
Who decided I’m of sound mind, anyway? The moment I get within ten feet of this woman, all other thoughts disappear.There is only me and her. And I’ve dreamed of having my lips on her skin again for weeks. It would take an ungodly amount of restraint to stop myself now.
Her fingers snake through my hair, tugging and pulling in a not-so-subtle demand for me to keep moving.
I’m not strong enough or good enough to reject her wishes.
The thin thread that’s been holding me back snaps, and I’m moving at hyperspeed. I wrap my hand around her hip to steady her as I yank her forward, lining her center perfectly with my mouth.
A quick swipe of my finger tells me she more than wants this. The air that blows out when I breathe out a soft chuckle has her stomach caving in with want and her chest vibrating with a growl. Then, she uses her grip on my head to pull my face closer.
Impatient little thing.
My tongue glides across her waiting sex, her arousal coating it so heavily that it runs down to my chin. It tastes so delicious, I nearly forgot how rabid it makes me. A flavor specifically made for my tastebuds. And suddenly, I’m back to wanting to strangle any man who has sampled this before me—including that squirrelly fucker, Hayes, who reported her and got us here in the first place.
“So fucking wet for me,” I mutter, then test her entrance with one finger.
She jerks her hips, sending my finger deeper and pressing my tongue further against her clit. I add another finger, curling them forward inside of her.
“Oh god, Raze,” she cries out, her nails scraping deeper against my scalp.
My response is to dig my hand further into her thigh until she’s grinding against my mouth. Her hips move in circles, adding a rhythmic pressure to my tongue against her clit until I feel her quiver around my fingers.
My erection presses against the zipper of my pants, begging to be set free, but I palm it further down. God, I’d love to bend her across the mattress and fuck her into oblivion, but this isn’t about me.
Heavy, quick breaths saw out of her as her body stills, and she fights her orgasm. She doesn’t want to finish yet, and I find that little fact equally charming and annoying.
“Come for me, Little Nightmare,” I encourage, slipping a third finger in. “Please. I’ll do this all night if you want me to.”
My hand snakes beneath her shirt, gently cupping her breast.
She stares down at me, her face contorted in a tortured frown, and I run my tongue along her once again to convince her to let go. Just as my fingers thrust back inside, her shoulders shake in a sob and she finally succumbs to her ecstasy.
Her knees give out, her head flying backward as she holds my face in one spot and rides her orgasm out in a string of curse words.
Once she’s through, she collapses into my lap and stares up at me through heavy-lidded eyes.
“That shouldnothave happened,” she mutters, her words slightly slurred.
I hold her tightly against my chest, running my hand along her thigh. “It absolutely should have, and I’m glad it did.”
“I’m still mad at you for making me think you killed my parents. But that certainly helped me remember why I’ve kept you around these past few months.”
My chest rumbles with my silent laugh, shaking her in my arms. “I’ve got more time to remind you...”
She hums her disapproval as I scoop her into my arms and climb to my feet, then carry her over to the bed. Her pants are left behind on the floor, so I pull the blanket up and drape it over her legs to keep her warm.
“Will you stay with me?”
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Sonny
Idon’t know what made me ask him to stay. He’s the last person I should be finding comfort in after everything that’s happened. Every time I think I’ve got a grip back on my sanity, this man walks in and proves me wrong. When I told him to get on the floor and beg, I expected him to walk out. Raze isn’t the type of man who sinks to his knees for anyone, let alone some random woman who has likely been more trouble than she’s worth.
What happened next was so far from what I ever could have imagined. I’m still reeling from it—and how deeply it made me feel. Everything he said was so genuine and sweet. It’s like he gives me tiny glimpses into the gentle, caring man I know he can be, and those cancel out every bad thing he’s done.
Although, the more I learn, the more obvious it is that he’s not as bad as I once thought.
I mean sure, he admitted to killing two men with his bare hands, but they deserved it, didn’t they?
