Page 63 of His Innocent Muse


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“Lucy,” he says. “Y-You’re su—god damn.”

I pull off with a pop, letting my teeth graze his throbbing veins just enough his eyes nearly roll back. “Yes, Sir, please.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but I take him back in before he can get the words out and a whine that could make the angels scream falls off his tongue instead. I clench my thighs together, nearly following his orgasm as he explodes over my tongue, flooding my throat with his thick, crisp seed.

His shaking hand cups the back of my neck, supporting me while I swallow him down greedily. Drops of him spill from the corner of my mouth, and I growl in frustration, accidentally vibrating around him.

“Fuck, fuck,” he hisses, brow knit tight as he groans out my name almost desperately. “Lucy.”

Again. Five more minutes, I could come right here, without even touching myself.

But I’m his good girl now, and I didn’t ask for such things, so I let him slide out with nothing more than a kiss to his lower stomach.

“You,” he pants, cupping my cheek, wiping his cum from my lips with the pad of his thumb, “are an absolute wonder.”

I giggle, high on his ecstasy, when the elevator dings open and sets my heart racing.

“Boss, do you have any idea what time it is?” Murder asks, like he walked in on us playing checkers or something.

Mayhem at least acknowledges I am kneeling at his naked brother’s feet, but he also sounds way too chill about it. “What did I say? I told you they were busy.”

“Oh, who cares? They’re up!” Murder waves Mayhem off, turning his attention back to my wrecked bunny. “We’ve gotta figure this shit out.”

“Um,” I say, trying not to completely lose my mind, “hello!”

Ghost’s eyes stay on me, and he chuckles, slipping his thumb back in my mouth, stroking what seed I missed over my tongue. “It’s alright, Firefly.”

I glare at him, the first time ever, and his aroused blush returns. Much as I want to say um, no, no I don’t think it is alright, I wait patiently for him to slip his thumb out of his own accord before I shake my head at him.

His dark eyes flash with something else, an intrigued shock dancing over his face. I drop my eyes out of anxiety and kick myself immediately after, but I can’t help but look over at the men just standing here like this is totally normal. “Oh, my God. Can youpleaseturn around or something?”

Murder is positively dumbstruck by my request, while Mayhem laughs so hard he doubles over.

“Holy shit,” he says, setting a giant brown bag down between his feet and bracing on his knees. “Luce, sugar, no one here is offended by his dick.”

I really don’t like him.

“Maybe I don’t want to share it,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “He’s mine.”

Ghost’s hand settles on my head, dropping to my chin and pulling my head up. “Come with me to the bedroom.”

He gives me one of those pats on the cheek I adore, offering his hand to help me to my feet. I squirm, hyperaware of Murder crossing his arms in impatient frustration and Mayhem smirking at the both of us.

Ghost picks it up quickly and snaps his fingers, all three of us turning our eyes toward him as jealous possessiveness burns in my chest. He’s watching his brothers when he makes a spinning gesture with his finger, and while both Murder and Mayhem look thunderstruck, they listen, spinning to look away from us.

“Jeez,” I mumble.

Ghost shakes his head, scooping me up yet again and carrying me back into his room. “It…” He pauses, clearly trying to think of anything that would make sense to me, and knowing in his soul it’s just not gonna work—though that seems to confuse him more than anything. “It’s a complicated relationship.”

“Yes, well, if they wanna walk around in the nude, good for them. But they could at least knock.”

“Easy now,” he chuckles, setting me on the edge of his bed and kissing me quickly. He gives a slight push to my shoulder and I lie flat, making his brow raise. “What’s got you so upset?”

“I don’t know.” It’s the truth, but it doesn’t feel like it. I shake my head and he follows me down, bracing his hands on either side of my head. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, pressing my hands to my chest nervously.

This is just great. I pushed my luck and went after his cock, and now he’s bound to be mad because I pulled an attitude with his family.

Granted, I really couldn’t help myself with the first one, but it doesn't matter.

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