Page 153 of Fatality

The moan seems to reach deep into my core, causing my cock to twitch in the confines of my jeans.

I can feel my piercing rubbing against my boxers, making my hips thrusts instinctively to seek the friction.

I draw a sharp breath.

I trail my fingers along her jaw and chin, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip.

Her skin is smooth, impossibly soft beneath my fingertips.

Her lips look natural—pink, soft.

Not like the other spoiled brats I’ve fucked before.

Like Lira—everything about her had been injected, sculpted, perfected until she looked more synthetic than human.

Riven, though? She’s all sharp edges, bruised pride, and stubborn fire.

To anyone else, my thumb on her lip, it would look almost tender.

But it’s just me, getting off on the thought of that mouth cursing me, threatening me, fighting me and then sucking my dick off until I’m dry as a gearbox with no oil.

I want to drag her outside and throw her back into the Upper Layers.

Fuck the car.

Fuck the debt.

Fuck everything.

She needs to get the fuck away from me before I forget why I wanted her dead in the first place.

She shifts again in her sleep, and her lips part slightly, probably about to snore.

The sight of them opening makes my thumb tremble ever so slightly.

I freeze.

I can feel the pre-cum leaking and staining my boxers and jeans.

My cock is thick, pulsing,

My breath catches.

My heart starts pounding so fast it’s almost painful.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

How the fuck am I supposed to not fuck her mouth now?

I take a step back, my fingers twitching to reach my belt.

Suddenly, quietly, Riven lets out, again, a fucking soft moan, and she licks her lips.

For a second, my brain freezes like some damn robots in the Upper Layers when given an order.

My cock is painful, very painful, my jeans and boxers are almost soaked.

Fuck it.