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Song: Muse – Undisclosed Desires
“Admit it, Levidis,” the little fiery witch taunts me as I barely restrain my fury and keep that already slipping calm mask on my face.
“I’m not jealous,” I grit out, pressing her further into the wall. My body covering every inch of hers as her citrusy scent surrounds us. I feel her lush tits pressing into my chest over multiple layers of clothes. I feel the heat of her pussy burning through her slacks and, what I assume, wet panties.
I’m very much jealous, and I don’t want to be. Not when there are so many unanswered questions between us. So much hate and lust swirled together. Not when my daughter has came into this mix as well.
Not when I have no idea why she went with Victoria willingly today, as if it was the most natural, normal thing to do.
But when I saw who was sitting with Esteban Bloom, wearing a smug smile on his face, I lost it.
“I love it,” she whispers.
“Love what?” We are just inches apart, and I am fighting the pull of those lips like a drowning man.
“Your own green demon.”
“I just said I’m not jealous.”
“Oh, really? Then maybe we should end this little charade, and I can go jump into Steven’s waiting arms?”
I know she’s baiting me. I know she wants a reaction out of me, proving that I am lying and I am a weak man who buys into it. “The fuck you will, witch.” My lips crush into hers hard and punishing. Erasing the words, she just spoke with all the hidden rage simmering inside my heart.
“You are mine.” I bite her lower lip, sucking it back in and drinking the tiny bead of blood I drew.
“Prove it,” Kira pants into my mouth.
I kiss her again, this time my tongue slipping into her mouth and playing with hers. My hands slide lower, and I palm her round, perfect ass, squeezing it hard until I hear her moan into my mouth and her hands flying up to my hair, tugging on it hard.
But I pull away, and she sends me a puzzled, needy look I love so much. “This hardly proves anything,” Kira pouts and I chuckle, wiping the side of her mouth with my thumb.
“Oh, I haven’t even started to do that. But we need to go make a feast for your critique.”
“Oh my God. I can’t cook when my pussy is throbbing and flooding my thong.”
I groan, “Fuck, Ursula, I don’t need a reminder of how wet you get from me, but that will come in handy shortly.” I kiss her pouty lips. “So, keep thinking about my cock sliding into your wet, needy little pussy.” I slide my hand between her clothed legs. “Keep thinking about how good it feels when I fill you up.” I press the heel of my hand into her clit, feeling the dampness through her pants. “Keep thinking how hard you will come and make a huge mess on my dick, okay?”
Kira is panting, her breathing shallow, but she nods, and that’s all I need.
My heartless girl was made to be mine. And I might not have a single answer or a good reason to be so far gone for her, but rest assured, no one will touch what’s mine ever again.
“How long on that salmon,” I call out.
The kitchen is humming with excitement. We’re always busy, but it’s a whole other game when we have to deliver the whole menu to one table. And that means thirty positions without the dessert menu from the third floor.
We already gave away all the complements, appetizers, and warm starters and moved on to the main dishes.
“Two minutes, Chef.”
“I better have that perfect medium-rare wagyu, cucumber, honeydew, and lime sugar in my hands in thirty seconds,” Kira bellows. My girl is sexually frustrated on top of nervous, and everyone in the kitchen is paying for it. One of the cooks slides the sliced cucumber and honeydew her way and I brace for impact because if I can see the mistake, she sure as hell won’t let them ever forget it.
And right on cue, Kira swipes the metal tray off the table, sending it to the floor with a loud clang.
“Did that fucking look like one-fourth inch by one-sixteenth inch squares to you? Hm?”
“No, Chef,” trembling Iris answers.
