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“Come for me again, beautiful.” I pull her from the table, grinning when she screeches in panic, but then I sit my ass on the chair she wasbound to and force her to ride my lap. “Take all of me,” I growl, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and pulling her down until she has no choice. “Come on my cock and tell me I’m a god.”
She rests her forearms on my shoulders and loses herself to pleasure. Dropping her head back and presenting her slender neck. But she rides. She groans, so the vibration is visible in her throat and palpable in her hot cunt wrapped around my cock. “Not a god.”
“Christabelle—”
“I wish nothing more than to repair the damage my poor choices have created.”
“Gods are already dead.” She brings her eyes down to mine and stares until I feel her in my soul. “Gods are men who lived hundreds, maybe thousands of years ago. They’re locked away in history books and willnevertouch my life.” She unravels my arm and places my palm on her bare chest.
Her heart pounds beneath my hand. Her eyes, burning into mine and screaming a thousand things her lips won’t allow. “You’re a man, Felix. Not dead. Not buried away in history. And not a god outside of my reach.”
“Fuck.” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her forward until our lips clash and her breath fills my lungs.
She continues to ride me, her pussy gliding along my cock and bringing us both closer to oblivion. I reach around with my free hand and slide my fingers to her puckered asshole, still moist from my tongue, wet from her own pleasure.
“Come for me, Christabelle.” I latch onto her bottom lip and bite until she groans, then I slip my finger inside her ass and growl when her body detonates. When her pussy squeezes, and her release explodes around me.
“Felix!” she cries out, pleasure and pain and a billion other fiery sensations washing through her sound. “Oh god!”
“I swear to you, you can trust me to act accordingly in the future?—”
“Not a god,” I correct while I pant, bursting inside her and filling her with my seed. “A man. Your man.”
18
CHRISTABELLE
SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY NEVER FELT SO RIGHT
Idon’t know how Felix manages his men in such a way that they’re everywhere, and yet nowhere. I don’t know how we pass through the house in the dead of night, my gown torn and my stomach rumbling from hunger, and though I know soldiers are posted all over the house, at most doors, I see none.
Most important of all, none see me.
Either way, we end up sitting on Felix’s massive four-poster bed, eating our dinner much like we did last night. Sitting cross-legged, and smiling like we’re old pals and he’s not the enemy.
For tonight, at least, I can pretend he’s just a normal man I might’ve met in the city. Just a date. A regular guy with a regular job and a regular name, whose career doesn’t involve torturing and exploiting others.
“You full?” He lies on his side while I study the meal laid out between us. The desserts I pick at, though I know I shouldn’t. He takes my foot in his hands, even when I try to kick him away, and massages until my fight turns to blissful acceptance. “You wanna fuck again?”
I snort and lounge back against the headboard. “I don’t know if you know, Felix Malone,” I meet his eyes and smirk. “But you’re not as charming as you think you are.”
“Hmm.” He leans closer and presses a kiss to the side of my ankle. “You sure? I took you out on a date tonight. Prepared a meal. Organized everything.” Then he drags his tongue along my calf and grins. “Then I got to sink my cock deep inside your sweet pussy and have you the way we both wanted. Seems I’m as charming as I need to be.”
“Tenacious.” I snuggle into one of the million lush pillows and play with a stray lock of hair between my fingers. “Stubborn,” I add. “Immature.” Then I shake my head. “Not charming.”
His lips curl higher, smugness glittering in his eyes. “Charmed, then?”
“Me?”
“Nuh-uh. Me.” He digs his thumb into the bottom of my foot and forces me into a deep well of relaxation. “You should stop eating.”
I frown, my brows pinching tight so I feel a line form between them. “You trying to control my food intake?”
“Trying to make sure your blood sugar doesn’t spike and make you sick.” He presses a small, biting kiss to the side of my leg. “How long until you test?”
“In a little while.” I lie back and sigh, sleepiness making it easy for me to rest. I’m in the most dangerous home I could possibly be in, and yet… I feel safe. “I’ll test before I sleep. You didn’t tell that man to stop talking, by the way.”
He lazily glances toward the door. “Clarke?” Then he chuckles and brings his gaze back to me. “Then he’d betterstillbe talking next time I go to the dining room and get my phone. I left it there so I didn’t have to deal with anyone except you. But I gave him an order, so…”
