Page 143 of Pretty Little Things


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HENDRICK

Something wakes me. A singing in my senses.

All day today I’ve felt like I’ve been followed but no one reported anything, and I haven’t been doing anything exciting. Head low, working. Jac has the journal, has for a number of days, and I’m waiting to see if he’s going to talk, kill me, raise his stakes, or carry on, business as usual.

It’s Jac, so anything fucking goes.

But in the dark of my bedroom, something is there. It’s four a.m. And I breathe in and go completely still.

I can smell something. An earthy, smoky scent, laced with jasmine, ginger and orange blossom.

My cock’s instantly hard.

“Fuck, Cat. I have a doorbell. And a phone.”

She laughs. It’s soft, shaking, needing. And then my bed dips. The blackout blinds on my windows are magic, casting the entire room in pitch black. I can’t see her but I can feel her as her heat surrounds me and her mouth finds mine.

I slide a hand down over her, and she’s naked. If this is a dream, I’m going to murder whoever the prick is who wakes me.

She tastes warm, wet, like sex and heaven. I kiss her slowly, with reverence, because I’ve dreamed of this, of tasting her, touching her is the cure to everything.

She melts in against me.

“Where’s the fun in that,” she whispers.

I roll her so I’m on top of her, and we’re tangled in the covers.

“What the fuck are you up to?” I bite a soft path down her throat, sucking and sipping on her tender, silky skin and she arches for me.

Her nipples graze my bare chest, and I roll us back, pull off the covers. Then, I reach out and turn on the lamp.

Dark burnished light washes the room. I had it on super low so it doesn’t do much, but it lets me see her. The light paints her, too. She’s a golden goddess, a dream creature. A thing I want to worship.

I pull her down to kiss her again. Our lips and tongues meet, and I push up against her, so my cock rubs against the wetness of her cunt.

“It’s it obvious? I’m trying to have sex with you, Hendrick,” she says. “Do you always sleep naked?”

“Do you always break into someone’s home that no one’s meant to know about.”

She knows what I’m asking, what I’m saying. We both know why she’s here.

Cat wants the Heart of Dark Desires.

I’d say too bad because the vault and safe are impossible to break into.

Almost.

This is the Invisible Cat rocking her cunt on my cock, thrusting the perfect handful tits out, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder as she does so.

If anyone can get in there, it’s going to be her.

I know she wants me. I know she can’t resist, just like I can’t resist her, but she’s not here to only fuck me stupid. She’s here for something.

And stupid fucking bastard that I am, I’m good with it.

As long as she doesn’t get it. And even then…for a taste of her sweet delights, I might be willing to pay the price. Maybe.

I tangle a hand in her hair and bring her in to me. As I move her body, pushing up and thrusting into her, my cock finding that hot, wet hole. She’s nice and tight as always, and she stretches around me, moaning.

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