Page 57 of Wretched Soul
I do a little twirl in the t-shirt he’d discarded in his laundry basket that still smells of him. “Do you approve?”
Shade is over to me in two strides. He fists the t-shirt where it hangs over my hips and as he pulls me to him, his mouth covers mine. He kisses me hard, plundering my mouth with his tongue before nipping at my lower lip. His hands slip beneath the t-shirt and he explores my body just long enough to figure out that I’m wearing the underwear he selected for me.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Lily?” he growls.
I rake my free hand through my hair, now flowing loose over my shoulders. “Slaying you?”
He shakes his head and groans as he lets me go. “Every fucking day,” he agrees. “Now, let’s eat.”
I leave Shade to serve up the food, and don’t speak until after I’ve taken my first mouthful. “My god, did you make this?”
“I hate to break it to you, but I’m an awful cook,” he admits.
We’re seated at the table with our beef casserole and glasses of wine like civilized human beings, or as near an approximation as we can get. Our chairs are next to each other and Shade has draped one of my legs over his. He eats one-handed while the other is free to stroke my inner thigh. So far, he’s keeping away from the red lace.
“Who did make it?” I ask.
“It’s one of Con–” His mouth clamps shut.
“Con…” I say, repeating the sound to encourage him to finish what he was about to say. When he simply shrugs, I launch into a guessing game. He was about to say someone’s name. “Constance? Condoleezza? Conrad?” I suggest. The only other name I can think of is Connor, but after what happened to my ex a few short hours ago, I avoid the reminder. “Come on, Shade. You know so much about me. Give me something.” It can’t be his wife. I believe him about not being married, and I don’t imagine any woman would be willing to pack her man off for the weekend with a casserole for his girlfriend.
Am I his girlfriend? Is that how he’d introduce me? And how would I introduce him? This is the man who would kill for me, and gives me orgasms that almost make me pass out. I can tell you what he smells like, and what his cum tastes like, but please don’t ask me his name.
That’s an argument for another day.
“Connie,” Shade says, his fingers stilling on my leg. “She’s our housekeeper. Although it’s more accurate to say she works at the house where two of my brothers live. I moved out to share an apartment with my younger brother a few months back, but Connie still looks after us.”
My eyes widen in shock. “Wow, I feel like I should have been taking notes. I’m one step away from cracking the code,” I say. I push Shade’s hand further up my inner thigh. A tactical move to weaken his resolve. “So does Connie wear a starched uniform and call you Sir?”
“No,” Shade says, his eyes twinkling as he loops a finger beneath the drenched lace. “She calls me…” He leaves a pause on purpose to get my hopes up. “By my first name.”
I tear at a piece of bread and huff. “It was worth a try.”
Shade watches me eat, lost in his own thoughts. When he speaks, I’m expecting something deep and meaningful. “I was impressed with your knowledge of medieval weaponry,” he says. “You recognized themace.”
As I tilt my head, his mouth quirks. He’s playing with me again, but I still haven’t figured out how this game works. I dip my bread in the delicious casserole, and my mouth is full when I reply. “I played a lot of video games in my youth. Assassin’s Creed was one of my favorites.”
“Mine too. We should play together one of these days.”
I lick my fingers clean. “Maybe we should stick to one game at a time.”
“Suits me,” Shade says as he trails a path down my center.
I’m soaking wet and when his finger glides into me, I clamp my pussy walls around him.
“Is there something you need from me, Slayer?”
My body thrums, but I force myself to reach for more bread instead of the thickening cock beneath his boxers. “I’m good, thanks,” I croak.
His thumb presses against my clit and he circles it once. “I can feel you shaking.”
I hold out my hand to prove I’m perfectly steady, but the bread pinched between my finger and thumb trembles. And then it disappears as Shade snatches it from my grasp.
He pulls my panties to the side while he holds the stolen bread in his other hand. A smirk pulls at his lips as he looks down to my exposed pussy and the need dripping from me.
“Shade, please tell me you’re not going to…”
He uses the bread to soak up my wetness, then holds my gaze as he brings it to his mouth. My lips part as I watch him chew slowly, and my next exhale comes out as a grunt because my insides have coiled so tight.
