Page 127 of Tainted Kitten


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I could ask Bossi what the fuck is going on, because I get the feeling he might know. Those two have a bond because of that fucking sex club, and they both keep the secret of this other guy Rhys has been seeing.

Shit, was it Tyler who put those bruises on her?

“Did Tyler do this? Did he hurt you?” I growl, not able to hold in my anger.

“What?” She pulls her head back to look at me better.

“Those bruises on your hips. Did he put them there? Did he hurt you, Baby? Is that why you were so upset this morning?”

She shakes her head, tears pooling in her eyes. “Ty would never hurt me. Well, he might hurt me, but in a good way, just like you.”

I frown at that. “He likes to hurt you, too?”

“More like punish. A bit of a spanking does me good.” She smiles and winks, and I can tell she thinks she diverted my attention again.

“So who left those marks, baby girl?”

Tipping her head back, she sighs. “I’m losing my boner, Gar.”

I can’t help but fucking grin. “Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll make you come on my face.”

Her head darts back to me, eyes wide with temptation. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But no more questions. I just want to be with you in this moment, Cole. Can we do that?”

“Tell mewithan explanation that I won’t need to ask more questions about, and you have yourself a deal.”

She rolls her eyes and sighs. “You drive a hard bargain.”

I chuckle.

“I got the bruises last night when I went to see Master Hill at Vixen's Lodge. He summoned me there. Gave me no choice but to go. He made a deal with me that, obviously, I need to speak to you and the guys about, but I just can’t handle that this week with everything else that is going on. Then, he demanded I give him a lap dance. He had clothes on, don’t worry. But he was the one to bruise me. Gripped me too tight.” She shudders, and now I kind of wish I hadn’t asked because I want to fucking smash up everything in sight. “No questions, remember? That’s what happened. Now, can you please help me forget?”

And there it is, the part of her that uses sex to deal. The only difference is that now, she comes to me or one of the guys, and each of us will do anything to help her through her pain.

I fall backwards, dragging her with me while claiming her lips. Her stiffness lessens as she relaxes into me, melting into the kiss. I slide my hands down her creamy skin, over the curve of her arse, where I squeeze those cheeks, pressing her to me. We both moan into the kiss at the friction, and I know if I don’t move her off my cock that I’ll be blowing again soon.

“Move up and sit on my face, baby.”

Sitting up, Rhys smiles down at me, her eyes narrowing. “Be careful what you ask for, Mr Cole. Make sure you say what you mean.”

I chuckle because I know what she’s referring to. “I said sit, baby, and Imeansit.”

There’s that pink flush in her cheeks again. Fuck, I love seeing it. I love knowing she is feeling more than just the need to fuck. She feels more than arousal. She feels a little vulnerable, and the fact she trusts me with that means fucking everything.

“Ok. If that’s what you mean.” She bites her lower lip, kneeling up and shuffling herself up my body. I help her, lifting her as she goes, helping her clear my chest while she rises up over my shoulders. Placing her knees on either side of my head, she hovers her dripping cunt an inch from my mouth, her sweet scent engulfing me.

“Fuck my face, baby. Don’t stop until you come and drown me in your juice.”

She moans, licking her lips as she looks down between her perky tits, down the length of her body to meet my eyes.

“Pinch my arse hard if you can’t breathe.” She pants, and I nod.

“Yes, baby. Of course.” Not able to wait a moment longer, I dart my tongue out, running it through her slick folds. My dick jerks as her sweet taste drips into my mouth. I’m so fucking addicted to Rhys George. Each taste has me wanting more. So much so that I think I’d do anything for it—anything to keep her in my life for good.

Hovering above me, Rhys watches as her needy cunt devours the lower half of my face. Her black lips part, and her chocolate eyes are completely lust drunk as she moves herself back and forth, allowing my tongue to taste her from seam to seam.

“Baby?” I mumble past her hovering folds, and her eyes dart to mine. “Next time you have your period, I want to fuck you until we are all bloody.”

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