She kisses me back, the silky texture of her tongue mingling with mine. I rake my nails through her thick luscious hair, the strands so dark and pretty I almost take back my words and offer to compete.
I fucking lovedark hair.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” Sighing against my lips, Tahira slips her hand between my legs and strums my clit, “I need you.”
“You need a champion. Someone willing to fight for you.” Pushing her back down on the mattress, I straddle her hips with a grin, “I’m good at killing, not fighting.”
“Same thing.”
It’s not and we both know it.
“Whoever you choose, I will help them.” The promise slips from my lips, “I will protect your suitor from the outside. But once the trials begin…”
“I know.” A frown wrinkles Tahira’s beautiful face, “There’ll be nothing you can do once the challenges start. It’s a fucking shitshow of the highest order.”
Silence passes between us.
“You could ask-
“No.”
“And I’m the stubborn one?”
Her eyes narrow into slits, “That option is not on the table.”
I tilt my head, studying the woman beneath me, “Wasn’t the execution date pushed back? For the tenth time?”
“Sixth.” Gritting her teeth, Tahira looks away, “It was pushed back for the sixth time. There was a complication with one of the prison guards.”
“Uh huh.”
A scowl pinches her dark brows together, the unflattering expression no match for the flawless symmetry of the heiress’ face.
I trace the edge of her clenched jaw softly, nicking the flesh with the tip of my fingernail.
“Don’t throw away a viable option just because of messy emotions.” Bending down, I lick the flushed piece of skin, “It’s been seven years. Maybe it’s time to move on.”
“Is that what you’ve been doing? Helping me move on?”
“No. I’ve been enjoying this pretty pussy and you’ve been enjoying the distraction.”
A purr escapes my throat when I find the world’s most eligible heiress wet for me, “We’ve been living in the present, baby, but one day you’re going to have to look towards the future.”
“And you?” Tahira gives me a knowing look, her legs spreading on their own accord, “When will it be time for you to look towards the future?”
“When I don’t have a gorgeous woman in my bed.” Smearing cum from her slit to the outside of her thighs, I dodge the question with a grin, “Now, are you going to be a good girl and turn over for me?”
Heat flares in those dark eyes, and our conversation ceases once Tahira’s head is buried in a pillow and I’m eating her out from behind.
It’s my favourite kind of messy, the sweet taste of Tahira’s pussy keeping me tethered to the present for just a little while longer.
Anything to keep me from thinking about the future.
Chapter 5
CHRISTOPHER
“Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?”
