Page 31 of A Love So Deadly
“Guilt?”
“I offered for you to forget,” I say. “I can still do that.”
Elliot shakes her head. “No.”
Is that how she fights me? By her pure, strong will? It’s neither here nor there. She’s still dazed and lost in what she just did.
But I respect her decision and nod.
“Clean up.” I head for the door and stop. I’d almost forgotten why I’d come down here in the first place. The criminal asshole and would be boss of Tenebris, Benicio de Santis, is having an event, and I need a date. “You’re coming out tomorrow evening with me. No choice.”
Then I leave, breathing again only when the door shuts behind me.
Chapter
Nine
Elliot
Hand to mouth, I collapse to the file room’s floor.I’m shaking, everything burning with latent desire that should be satiated but isn’t quite. Because…I want more.
Then it hits, what I did.
“Fuck, Elliot.”
I just blew him? For a moment I can’t quite remember if I did it or dreamed it, but I touch my throat, then my mouth. I can feel him in my throat, feel him stretching my lips, filling me, coming…
He tasted good. Like sin.
I reach down to fix my panties. The wetness of my arousal coats my fingers as I do. And my pussy is…used. I can feel him in there, too. Stretching me, thrusting in me, toying with my clit, making waves of orgasmic bliss pass over me and rock me down to my core.
He fingered me. Kissed me. Grabbed my hair and finger fucked me, rough and deliciously.
And then I took it on myself to suck him off.
Even now, the thought, the memory makes me get wetter, makes me start to throb again.
What…? Why am I down here again?
To find something about Kayla. To snoop. To… Lucy. I called him Lucy.
It’s funny enough that I slip out of the haze slightly. I’m in the basement. He found me…
Things start to slip again, but I latch on. His mouth on mine, his cock thrusting, stretching my throat, making me gag as I try to get him as deep as I could… My fingers whisper up my dress to find it’s wet from mid-chest up… Chin, too.
Rubbing off the wetness, I try to get up, but I can’t. All I can do is feel where he’s been, where he’s touched. And like a brand, all those places burn in a darkly delicious way.
Oh, my, did he taste good. And his kisses…
Fuck, the man’s hot. That one’s a no brainer. But he’s wrong, I know that. Beautiful, wrong, powerful. Wrong. My boss. And what the fuck was the whole thing about offering to make me forget?
No, it wasn’t just an offer. There’s the haze in my head, muddling the memories.
He’s wrong.
This place is wrong.
Honestly, I don’t know if I should run or call the cops or what.
