Page 63 of Blood & Lace
Nooo.
“Bella, I want to try.”
Onyx nodded, reaching for his spoon, but I moved it out of reach.
“No, like before.”
He smirked at me. I wasn’t stupid. He caught me in his web but I’d willingly walked right into it. I’d happily lay flat and sacrifice myself to Onyx.
“I don’t know. How badly do you want to try it?”
“Bad.”
Onyx chuckled, it was a stark difference to the soft light one he’d done earlier. It was twisted and dark and only for me.
My stomach clenched as my cock twitched under his foot.
“Pute perverse.”
His foot slipped away, and I was left wanting more.
“Onyx, don’t stop.”
Onyx ate a cookie like he hadn’t just had me on the edge of mental ruin. “Can I have the rest of this boxed up? I can’t possibly eat all of it right now.”
I hadn’t bothered to care about anyone else around us. Not even as the waitress got closer. My mind was filled to the brim with want and all I could think about was Onyx. The way his lips moved while he talked. His throat and how easily it would fit in my hand.
“Lucero,” Onyx called, pulling me from the fog.
“Yes?”
“Time to go.” There was a knowing smile on his face that I committed to memory. He knew what he did to me, and still, my husband tortured me.
He stood up and stretched, showing off his small waist and smooth skin.
Mine.
“Am I going to the art gallery alone?”
I was up in seconds, grabbing his hand. “I need to pay.”
Onyx snorted. “You did that already.”
I was so wrapped up in him, I hadn’t noticed. There were two bags with the bakery’s logo on it. I didn’t have to guess that they were ours.
“Was there anything else you wanted to take to go?”
Onyx shook his head. “No.” He pulled his hand out of mine, but I moved quickly to intertwine our fingers. When he gave me a look instead of pulling away. I smiled.
“New York is a busy city. I don't want to lose you.”
“Sure, whatever you say.”
We headed to the art exhibit where I got to watch Onyx gush over the pieces he truly fell in love with. I could admire a few, but nothing compared to my husband. I could stare at him all day and never tire. I’d find something new to worship each time.
“Look at this one,” Onyx said, tugging me closer. He’d tried a few times to escape my hold, but each time, I’d won.
The painting was strokes of various colors of blue. There were small hints of green but they only made the blue intensify.It drew the eyes to the smaller details that would normally go unnoticed if not highlighted.
