Page 105 of Dishonored

Something that ached in his tone.

She didn’t miss it. They’d had enough conversations for him to let things slip, and she was wondering just how important some of those things were. How much had he told her was tied to this house, and the people inside it?

“Why?” she asked. “Why do you hate it, and them?”

Caesar swallowed hard. “Just … never mind.”

“You know you can talk to me about—”

“I don’t want to talk,” he uttered through clenched teeth.

Yeah, something was really wrong. Something that bothered Caesar so much that he couldn’t even make an effort to hide it.

“Okay, no talking,” she said.

“No talking,” he agreed. “Something else is good, though.”

“Something like what?”

“Something that would really piss my father off.” The words were no sooner out of Caesar’s mouth than he kissed her—hard, deep, and fast. Taking away what was left of her air, and making her wet between her thighs when his hand snaked up the skirt of her dress so his fingers could rub along her sex. Groaning against her mouth, he muttered, “Yeah, I really just need to piss him off.”

She would have asked why.

He was already on his knees. Her panties were already being pulled down. His mouth was already on her pussy.

Jesus Christ.

Aria almost lost her balance when he hooked her leg around his shoulder, and his tongue found that sweet spot. If someone was outside in the hallway beyond the library door, they would hear every single fucking hot noise crawling out of her throat.

He had some kind of crazy talent with that tongue of his. It could make her come in less than thirty seconds—faster if he got his fingers working her pussy, too.

His mouth was damn good, though.

Too good, even.

Distracting and delirious.

Caesar was relentless. His mouth drove her wild. His tongue made her beg.

Over, and over, and over.

Yeah, she would have asked why.

She really didn’t care right then.

Three days.

Three long fucking days.

And so far, Aria had only gotten to see one small section of the Accardo estate. Not that she was complaining, but she wasn’t used to this. Even as controlled as her life was with Raffe, he never locked her into a single small wing somewhere for days at a time, and refused to allow her to leave.

That was exactly what Angelo Accardo did.

Aria was going stir crazy in every possible way. It didn’t matter that she had all she needed between the five rooms she had been provided, or the fact that Caesar brought her food, and kept her company for a good part of the day … no, it didn’t matter.

She hated not knowing.

Wondering.