Page 56 of Cursed to Be Mine
She swallows, and I can see the stories flickering across her face as she debates which lie to tell me. Not giving her the chance to force such distance and mistrust between us, I push the tip of my thumb into her lips.
A gasp of air feathers across it, followed by the damp heat of her mouth. Her cheeks hollow out just slightly as she sucks me in, and a hiss leaves me as my cock jumps in a desperate bid to feel the same.
“I told you earlier” –while I was washing her mother’s car– “that if you ever need me, to call. Why didn’t you?”
Her tongue strokes the underside of my thumb as hereyes grow heavy. Her chest rises rapidly as silence spreads between us.
“Scarlett, why didn’t you call me?”
She pulls her head back, but I follow her, keeping us connected. Her eyes flick to mine as a beautiful pink blush heats her cheeks. I slide my thumb out slowly, leaving in just the tip as I wait for her to speak.
“I just had a fight with my ma,” she says, so much pain left unsaid. “It was nothing to trouble you over.”
“Nothingyou ask of me is trouble,” I respond, pushing my thumb slowly back into her mouth. “If you need me to reach the top shelf or pick up some tampons at three in the morning, you call me. If I just left, and you remember something else you need, youcallme. It would be my pleasure to help you however you need.”
She stares at me, so many thoughts rushing across her face. Eventually, her tongue moves beneath my thumb as she murmurs, “Why?”
I hold her gaze as I pull my thumb out and push it back in. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Her pretty blue eyes widen.
Her nostrils flare as she stares at me in silence.
Withdrawing my thumb completely, I raise it to my own lips and suck it in.
A small, hot moan pierces the air, zinging it with an electricity that wraps around my cock.
My blood pulses with my magic, a feverish hum filling me as I stand still, waiting for her to make the next move. My thumb tastes of her, but it’s quickly gone, and I want more.
“But you don’t even know me,” she whispers.
I pull my thumb out of my mouth. My eyes bore into hers as I smile, thinking of all the little parts of her I’ve fallen in love with. “I know you roll your lips in when youwant to laugh because you’re embarrassed of the noises you make.”
Her cheeks flare a gorgeous red.
“I live for those noises. Those half-snorts, half-cackles followed by the coughing you try to use to cover them up.”
She glances away.
“I know your favorite food is a burger with onions and pineapple.” My chest expands with the memory of her dancing in their kitchen a day when her mom was out of town on a work trip. She smiled as she waved her arms around her, moving her hips as she danced freely. My voice lowers as if sharing a secret. “It’s mine now too.”
Her gaze flies to mine, a hesitant light inside them. “It’s good, right?”
A full grin spreads across my lips. “It’s fucking terrible, but every bite makes me smile because it reminds me of you.”
She sucks in a breath as she searches me in the silence I allow to linger. “That’s so fucking cheesy,” she finally says, and I laugh.
It’s deep and surprising, but it feels good. As the reaper of my Family, I don’t get close to many people. Even my brothers are kept at a distance in case there’s a day I am forced to kill them too. That is the role of the third eldest. The first is the heir. The second is his right-hand man. The third is the shadow that protects them.
She looks at me, a softness lighting her face.
Fuck, I love her looking at me like that.“I know you’re smart and strong and have so much passion for the things you love.”
She wets her lips as sorrow overtakes her. “Ma says I’m unmotivated.”
“Your mom’s a fucking idiot.” And dead. But I don’t say that.
“But I don’t have any ambi–”
