Page 92 of Splitting Secrets
To prove his point, he reaches forward to tuck a stray hair behind my ear, his knuckles lightly brushing my nipple through my shirt. It sends a shockwave down my spine that jolts me further into his touch before I can try to muffle the reaction.
Damn traitorous body.
Maybe he has three sides to his personality. He hasn’t shown this side since that day, weeks ago. Hell, maybe he has a whole arsenal in that crazy mind of his.
Reaching behind me, he grabs hold of the cucumber I’ve washed and holds it up between us. “I won’t even touch you,” he promises.
Before I can offer my rebuttal, he’s wrapping his hands around my thighs and hoisting me onto the counter. Next, he steps between my legs and begins dragging the tip of the vegetable across my collar bone and down my sternum.
The robe I’m wearing pulls apart, the weak knot I fastened after my shower threatening to come loose and fully expose me. I had no intention of running into anyone down here. This wasa quick mission: wash some veggies, chop them up, throw them into a bowl, and scurry back up the stairs.
I never imagined Raze would prowl down here, ready to play. Or that I would be this receptive to playing back.
All I can do is watch, the demand for him to stop stuck in my throat.
My breath stills in my lungs as the cucumber passes the knot at my belly button. The path to my thighs is shorter than I imagined, and I can’t stop the long sigh that passes through my lips as it dips between them.
Fuck, it’s hot.
Do I want this? Is this some new, phallus-shaped vegetable kink I never knew about?
I know I shouldn’t be enjoying myself so much. Iknowit’s all kinds of messed up—getting off with a man who quite literally shoved me into an underground cell to rot away and die. With a cucumber, no less.
Maybe I am a little fucked-up.
Maybe he is, too.
The only consolation is that he appears just as affected by this as I am, his eyes at half-mast and laser-focused on moving his hand between my thighs.
I could pretend he’s someone else. If only the thought of being withanyoneelse didn’t send my arousal packing. It has to be him. No one else elicits this reaction from me.
Okay, so maybe it’s not a vegetable kink, but a Raze kink.
I’m so screwed.
“Sorry, it’s not hot pink,” he teases. It takes everything in me not to slap him across the face.
Of course, he’d bring up the very large surprise I found in the duffel bag he dropped into my room the first night we were here. Why, out of everything he’s witnessed these past few weeks, does that feel like the worst of it?
My legs have parted for him like the red sea, making extra room for the hand that’s wrapped around the base of the cucumber. The smallest amount of pressure against my clit has my abs tightening. I have to dig my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out.
“You said no touching,” I remind him hoarsely.
He pauses, blinking down at me like he’s been lost in thought before something in his mind appears to click, and his familiar soft black tendrils begin swirling around us. One of them slips between our bodies to wrap around the cucumber, and he releases his grip.
Moving his hand to grasp the counter again, this time beside my bare thigh, his shadow lines it back up with my center.
The cucumber slips upward, revealing just howintothis I really am, and Raze lifts his brow, that cocky smile already twitching at the sides of his mouth. I want to fling my foot into his shin for being so insufferable. Then, I want to wrap it around his torso and climb him like a tree.
“Shutthefuckup,”I rush out in one breath, resting my palms on the counter behind me so I can shift my weight onto them. He responds by pushing my left knee upward with his chest, resting the heel of my foot onto the edge of the counter to give himself better access.
I shoot him a warning glare at his fingers wrapped around my thigh, and he pulls them away like they’re on fire.
The fleeting thought that anyone could walk in here and find us like this—with him between my legs, fucking me with my lunch—has me pausing for a fraction of a second. Being caught by my parents would be horrifying and if any of my friends were to find us this way, they’d probably skin me alive. But Raze does something with the cucumber that sends stars into my vision, and the thought leaves my mind altogether.
Damn him and his mind reading. I’m too distracted by what he’s doing to hold up any sort of mental shield.
Once he’s teased my clit enough for his liking, he has the twisting shadows swirl it around a few times, and then begins to slowly press against my entrance.
