Page 85 of His Innocent Muse

“That’s enough. Very good job, Lucy,” I murmur, stroking my palms up her thighs to bring her back to now, even though my hands are shaking. The description morphs in my imagination, and I’m likely picturing it wrong, so I’ll need to relay the info to my brothers soon.

But not right now. Right now, Lucy needs me.

She blinks a few times and settles her gaze back on mine, but my little firefly is dimmer now.

I dance my fingers a bit higher and force a smile. “I think it’s time for your gift.”

She nods and does me the service of also forcing a smile.

Well, that won’t do. I exhale slowly. “Would it make you feel better to know that at some point in theverynear future, I’ll be killing Damian personally?”

Red flashes across her cheeks, eyes widening.

Before she can react, I push my hands higher, reaching the top of her thighs. “Would you like to know how?”

“Yes,” she blurts out on a short breath.

“Mm. First, I’m going to cut his hands off. One at a time.” Using my wrists, I flick her skirt up, baring her creamy skin. “Because they touched you.”

I lean down slowly and place a single kiss on each thigh, using my body to urge her knees apart. She swallows a whimper, spreading wide for me, sending blistering heat through my body.

“Next, I’m going to rip out his tongue.” I lave a long line up her inner thigh, moving my hands to her hips. With a short tug, I pull her right to the edge of the stage, continuing the path to her sweet pussy. I stop short of making contact, skipping to the other thigh instead, and heading toward that knee. “Because he hurt you.”

Her muscles tremble, needy whines mingling with quick breaths as she grips the stage.

“And when he’s writhing in pain,” I nibble her knee, and retrace the path back up with my nose this time, “slurring as he begs for his life like the little bitch he is…”

I cut myself off with a groan, as Lucy’s scent fills my head, and settle my mouth over her. “I’ll shoot him. Twice.” I flick my tongue along her lips to the sweet sound of her shocked gasp. “Once in each eye,” I whisper with heated breath, smoothing my mouth along her skin. “Because he looked at you.”

One of her hands tangles in my hair, and I grin against her before pulling all the way back and straightening.

“Now that’s a much better expression, my sweet Firefly,” I chuckle.

She’s panting, flushed and moon-eyed. “That…was so hot,” she keens, arching her back.

“Good. I think it’s time for your gift now.”

My aching cock is screaming to be freed, but I adjust it instead, and place the box on her lap.

She wastes no time tearing the wrapping off like it offends her. Shreds of expensive paper fall to the floor and the lid is tossed aside in a second flat.

“Oh! It’s so pretty!” She reaches in and pulls out the thin, black, velvet collar, running her finger along the small, diamond encrusted padlock.

Nerves stab at my stomach as I clear my throat.

“I’ve been saving it for someday, even though I fully expected someday to never come.”

Her gorgeous eyes lock on mine, head tilting to the side as she cups the choker in her palm. “Saving a necklace? Is it a family heirloom or something?”

I don’t mean to laugh, but the idea that either of my parents were in the lifestyle is almost hysterical. “Ah, no. No, I told everyone I was designing a show piece, something to display as an example. I really designed it based on what I’d want my…well, if I ever had a sub who…”

It shouldn’t be so difficult to explain, but it feels unreasonably raw.

She nods, resting a hand on mine. “Not a partnership.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Sure! So…was this, I mean did Bridget—”

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