Page 61 of Hayes
“Does your piercing give you pleasure?” I ask.
He licks his bottom lip, rocking into me in faster thrusts that leave me breathless, only allowing small whimpers to escape my throat.
“It brings you pleasure, and that brings me more pleasure than anything else.”
He slows for a second as I lower my body over his so I can kiss him again. “So selfless.”
“So worth it,” he says as I pant over him.
We rock together, his cock slipping in and out. A cascade of feelings floods through my body. I’ve never experienced anything like this. It’s so much more than having his tongue on me, so much more.
His thumb slips between my legs, rubbing over my clit, and I see stars. I grip onto him for dear life as my orgasm takes hold of me. My body shatters around him.
“Hayes,” I cry into his shoulder, my teeth sinking into his flesh.
A second later, his warm cum fills me as he growls into my hair.
Our orgasms rock through us, until I collapse on top of him, exhausted.
My eyes drift close as pleasure fills every dark corner of my body, pushing out the pain of my past.
“I love you,” he whispers, stroking my hair.
“I love you, too.” I wrap my arms around him.
“Tell me everything, everything you’re feeling. I want to know it all,” he says.
“I’m thinking that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t know it could be like that. I didn’t know I could ever love like this again.”
“Same.”
He grins into my hair.
“I’m thinking I trust you with everything. My body, my family, my secrets. You’ve given me so much; all I care about now is you and finding the man who killed my father.”
Hayes tenses. “You don’t know who killed your father?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I don’t know who ordered it or who pulled the trigger. Usually, Retribution Kings are quite proud of their kills. So there’s something strange about my father’s murder.”
I shiver, and Hayes looks down at us. I follow his gaze to our sticky cum tinted with my blood.
“Let me get something to clean you up,” he says.
I groan in protest as he rolls me off him to head to the bathroom. But I can’t help smiling like a fool. And a fool I am for thinking that fucking and loving Hayes fixed everything.
“Hello, Lilith,” a deep voice says from the shadows of the room.
I freeze, my eyes darting to the man walking toward the bed.
Hayes reappears in the bathroom door and stops dead in his tracks as he spots the man.
The man steps forward toward the end of the bed until I can make out who it is.
“Well done, Hayes. You did your job well. But I can take it from here,” Titus says.
Chapter 25
Lilith
