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I want him—all of him.
A shudder starts, and my body seizes as I lose control. My toes curl, my back arches, and my thighs clench around his head again.
What’s happening?
What’s—?
I explode.
I’ve touched myself numerous times. I love a good vibrator, but I’ve never felt anything like this.
Stars spark behind my eyes as his tongue and fingers continue to work my body until they’ve milked every last drop of my orgasm from me. He continues until I’m so sensitive I can feel every hair of his gruff five o’clock shadow against my thighs, every nerve ending in my body, and every whisper of his breath against my core.
I sink into the bed as my eyes drift closed for only a second. We aren’t done; that was only round one. I need all of the rounds. I need everything now—I can’t wait.
His body leaves mine, and my eyes flash open to see him walking toward the door.
“Where are you going?” I say with annoyance in my voice.
Hayes pauses and looks at me with longing in his eyes. “Sleep, Lily. Tomorrow we need to train and make a plan to get your revenge.”
He’s out the door before I can get a single syllable out. I run to the door and glance down the hallway to see him disappear into the room next to mine.
“Hayes!” I shout at him as I race to his door. The door slams shut, and I can hear the lock turning, but I try it anyway.
It doesn’t budge. I can pick locks, and this one seems easy enough, but I won’t push him. It’s clear he doesn’t want more from me or won’t let himself take more.
I didn’t even get to taste him, to lick him, to bring him pleasure. A theory goes through my head at that, but I don’t dare speak it or let myself think on it for long. It means Hayes is more broken than I realized. His smile and constant laughter form a facade—a protective mechanism.
I rest my hand on the door, knowing how I’ll spend tomorrow. Instead of planning my revenge with him, I’ll be finding a way to give him the pleasure he just gave me.
A soft smile spreads across my face at the wave of bliss he gave me and all the joy he has yet to give me. He’s right to take our time and experience everything. It makes every moment more special. After all, we are to be married in a couple of weeks, and then we will have a lifetime to spend fucking each other senseless.
Chapter 20
Lilith
I wake up grinning like a fool. A fool that let the first man who ever gave me an orgasm change all of my plans. A fool dancing with a happiness I haven’t felt in a very long time.
I skip to the kitchen, hoping to find Hayes. All night I dreamt of his kisses, of his hot tongue against my body, and the pleasure I could pull from him when I finally get my turn. My fluttering heart drops when I don’t see his overly happy face grinning back at me. I’m not going to get that good morning kiss.
Where is he?
I walk further into the kitchen, spotting a plate of food and a cup of coffee in front of one of the bar stools. A folded note is tucked under the coffee cup with my name written in beautiful cursive.
I pick up the note and read.
* * *
Eat up, you’re going to need your strength for what I have planned for you today. When you’re finished, get dressed, and meet me in the basement.
* * *
My smile extends so far across my face that my jaw begins to hurt. I can only imagine what dirty things Hayes has in mind, so I start shoveling in food as fast as I can.
The food is still warm, so he must have finished making this recently. Eggs Benedict—fucking delicious. It’s a shame he went through all this effort to make a beautiful breakfast for me, and I’m not savoring it. But there will be time to savor his meals in the future. Right now, I need to find him.
I change into the first clothes I find—a sports bra and leggings. I don’t even bother with a shirt, knowing he’d rip it from my body. My hair is a rat’s nest of tangled red curls, but his hands will be running through it soon enough.
