Page 130 of Reckless Hearts

She looks up, smiling through her terrified tears. “I’m glad he didn’t break her.” Her lips twist. “But it’s because of her that you’re here, isn’t it? The girl.”

“It is,” I growl.

“Because you love her?”

My mouth twists. “Because I care for her.”

“Good,” she swallows thickly. “Good, I’m happy to hear that. And I’m so sorry for what she and I have in common.”

I nod. “I’m going to go now. And you’ll never see me again. You have my word on that.”

She hugs herself, smiling a crooked, sad smile at me. “Thank you.”

And I’m out.

* * *

I don’t condone lyingto those we care about. But I just couldn’t tell Dahlia the truth about what I was doing tonight. I didn’t want to alarm her. All she knows is that I was working late.

She’s fast asleep when I get back to the loft—inmybed.

A grin tugs the corners of my lips.

We’ve stillmostlybeen sleeping in separate rooms. And the nights where I do end up staying by her side—at least until daybreak, when I take my leave—it’s always been in her room.

I really, reallylikefinding her curled up under the covers of my bed when I get home.

The lights of the city through the half-closed blinds illuminate the tanned skin of her shoulder where the sheets have slid off. They’ve also slipped up her thigh, giving me the tiniest glimpse of her black thong panties.

Maybe the violence that almost but never quite happened tonight has my blood running hotter. I’m not sure what it says about me that the idea of killing and thennotkilling gives me a version of blue balls, or at least, gets my libido roaring.

Neuro-fucking-divergence.

Whatever the cause, when I see her sleeping in my bed, and glimpse her soft skin and her panties, my cock is instantly swollen, fat, and hungry.

A dark smiles teases across my jaw.

No need to wake her first…

I strip naked, my cock rock-hard and thick as it juts out from my lower abs. Gently, I peel the covers away. She stirs, but she keeps sleeping. Even better, she rolls a little more onto her side, one knee rising up, pulling the thin panties tighter across her cunt.

I groan to myself, precum beading at the swollen crown of my dick.

I slide onto the bed, kneeling behind her and allowing myself to drag a finger over the delicious curve of her hip and her ass. She shivers and stirs just a little, but still she sleeps.

Good.

My finger drags lower as I wrap my other hand around my cock and begin to stroke. My finger traces down to her slit, running up and down the lacy fabric that’s barely covering her pussy. Dahlia moans softly in her sleep, her hips moving gently on autopilot.

I can feel her getting warmer, and wetter, until she’s soaked all the way through her thong where I’m rubbing her. My finger slips underneath, relishing the feel of her silky pussy as I pull the gusset of her panties to the side. I run a finger up and down her cunt, gathering the sticky wet moisture there and rubbing it over her clit.

Dahlia moans again drowsily, her breath coming faster and deeper as she rolls her hips softly. I pump my cock, gritting my teeth as I sink a finger into her and curl it. She whimpers and writhes, still out, as I stroke her g-spot.

I can’t hold back anymore.

I use my fingers to smear her arousal all over the thick head of my cock. I keep her panties pulled to the side as I spoon behind her, line my dick up, and press the head between her lips.

In one motion, I cup my hand over her mouth and drive in hard.

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