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My entire body was in coiling chaos, wrapped in his filthy and delicious promises and the images they ignited. I was a restless mess of squirming hips and a throbbing core. He hadn’t penetrated or touched my pussy since spilling all his dirty plans into my ear and my sex burned. The clit bared to the world pulsed. One touch from him and he could have ended my suffering.
“Darius, please,” I begged.
“Shh,” he whispered against my jaw. “Don’t waste your sweet begging just yet. You’ll need them for when I’m actually torturing you.”
“Shit…” I sobbed, eyes squeezing shut and head falling back against his shoulder.
“Oh, and no panties tonight. I want nothing between me and her.”
CHAPTER 6
Darius
Her sweet suffering fueled me. It woke something dark and primal living dormant deep inside, fanning a brewing tension that took all my control to restrain. I liked watching her struggle. I liked watching her every tentative move, her quiet, desperate glances, the way her cheeks flushed when our gazes met. I lived to turn her body against her as it came apart under my touch.
She was doing pretty good so far, I had to admit. The stolen brushes of my fingers over her bare ass cheeks under the short, loose dress she wore, the skim of my fingers between her pussy lips, the brush of my finger over her nipples when no one was looking were taken in silence. I could see her trying to fight her body’s natural responses, but it wanted me, and it was aware of my every move when I got too close. The very vibration around her intensified until she was practically shaking.
I liked watching her eyes glaze when I fingered her right there with her friends in the room with us. I liked watching her nipples harden through the fabric of her top when I teased them from behind. I was thriving in my slow dismantling of her senses.
Kami, though, wasn’t some innocent player in my games. The little brat knew exactly what she was doing when she bent to grab a bowl from the bottom cupboard and spent too long with her exposed ass in the air, her wet, creamy pussy bare and swollen. She knew what she was doing, the fire she was provoking, but she still fanned them when she’d brush her hand over my dick, when she’d close her fingers around him and stroke before moving away.
No. My little kitten was no helpless victim in my torture. I could already tell our fucking was going to be wild, violent, and bloody once it happened. My back tingled in memory, but I was ready for it.
As if aware of my thoughts, she peeked up through thick lashes and met my gaze.
She smirked.
Brat.I wanted to snarl. Instead, all I could do was tighten my grip on the metal tongs in my hand and pretend to focus on the slabs of chicken sizzling in the pan.
“Do you think thin or chunky?” Lavena asked from the stove top next to mine, peering past me to where Kami was focused a little too hard on dicing tomatoes.
“Well, you better tell me now before I start,” Kami mumbled, long fingers wrapped around a firm, shiny vegetable.
I tried not to think how those very same fingers had been gripping my cock not twenty minutes ago, holding it in place as she took me deep into the hot cave of her mouth. I hardened at the very memory of that moment, of her kneeling before me, our gazes locked as she…
“Flip!” Lavena shattered my daydream with a hard elbow to my side. “You’re going to burn them.” I hastily flipped the chickens over. Satisfied that there were no charred marks, she turned her attention back to Kami. “I think nice chunks will make the salad look better.”
“So … diced?” Kami clarified.
At Lavena’s nod, she set to work cutting the tomatoes into cubes. I watched her from the corner of my eye, wishing my sister wasn’t hovering next to me like a crazy mother hen watching her chicks. It was under the guise of stirring the wild rice, but we all knew what a lunatic she was when it came to the kitchen. Every slice had to be methodical and accurate. Every measurement had to be exact. She had zero interest in the culinary arts, but cooking brought out a side of her that would have made a drill Sargent proud. Kas and Sasha, being wise and in full control of their brains had both disappeared with promises to start the fire on the patio and set the table, giving my sister a wide berth. Kami and I hadn’t been paying attention and thus were relegated to Lavena’s abuse.
“I’m going to check on Kas and Sasha, and the table,” Lavena muttered, turning the fire down under her boiling pot and stalking towards the doorway. “Watch my pot. Don’t let it boil over and keep an eye on the chicken.”
I guessed she was talking to me, but all I could register at the moment she was out of sight was that I was finally alone with Kami. I wasted no time abandoning my chicken cuts and marching to where she stood divided from me by an ocean of glossy marble. Her head came up, but I was already there, sliding my fingers through her damp locks.
“Put the knife down,” I commanded, and was thrilled when it immediately clattered out of her fingers to hit the juice-stained cutting board. I pulled her to me.
“The chicken,” was the only protest she offered as I dropped my head down to hers.
“Fuck the chicken,” I growled before claiming her mouth.
She dissolved against me, arms binding around my shoulders, feet arching up to meet my height. Her lips opened under mine, eager and willing.
I groaned, crushing her to me.
We both smelled of sweet roses, a lingering fragrance of her body wash, but beneath that, I was on her skin. It was my scent covering her. It was me mixed with her and I wanted to drown in it. I wanted to bottle it and keep it in my pocket.
I wanted to keep her.
