But it’s too late.
“Sir—Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Kent grunts, turning away fast when he locates his boss.
In a giant birdcage, fucking themystery girlfrom behind.
“It’s fine. I’m… done,” Ivory croaks, then sighs sleepily petting my face. “You’re too good to be true, pajarito.”
I’m sure I’ve never been redder, but it doesn’t much matter when the man I’ve hated my whole life is looking at me like I’m a fucking revelation.
Kent, on the other hand, looks mortified, which is crazy since he never shows a lick of emotion.
“You done coming on my cock, beautiful baby?” Ivory purrs, dazed and awestruck, kissing my neck.
I nod, and he pulls out slowly, not moving at the pace of someone who’s in a rush whatsoever, nor is he making any obvious attempts to hide what we were doing. He’s just kissing me softly, over and over, sort of rubbing his wet, softening dick on my ass while his cum leaks out of me all over the bed.
“You feel pregnant?” He chuckles, wide smile also not stopping him from kissing.
I can’t help but laugh in outrage. “Wow…”
“I know. I’m incorrigible,” he croons like the cocky king of the world he is.
A throat clears. “Uh, sir… Not to interrupt, but there is an urgent matter that requires your immediate… attention.”
“Mmm,” he hums on my lips, ignoring Kent. Pulling back, he exhales steadily. “No one has ever made me come like you do, baby bird.” His boyish grin is so adorable, I’m beaming like a corny loser. “You are sheer delicious perfection.”
“What can I say?” I purr, sitting up with him, touching his chest because I physically can’t stop, disguising it like I’m buttoning his shirt for him. “That huge cock really knows how to hit it just ri—”
My words cut out as my eyes widen and dart to Kent, having totally forgotten he was there for a second. The Ivory laughs while my face burns and I bite my lip.
Wow, I sound like such a cockslut…
“You know… I don’t want to leave. Right?” He peers down at me, showing me his swollen pout, snow-white hair all tousled about. He looks young like this. “You have to know that, Angel.”
Gulping, I nod slowly. “I know.”
I think I do… I believe him.That might make me stupid. In fact, I’msureit does, but I can’t deny that he looks… different right now. But familiar.
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s like he’s a different Ivory right now. Not the one who was holding back, but also not the angry antagonist either.
Right now, with blush in his face, messy hair and hooded charcoal gaze watching me in awe, treasuring touch he’s disguising as helping me fix my clothes, he’s not the man I’ve dreamt of killing since I was a child.
He’s the man I’ve been crushing on since… maybe around the same time.
MyDiablo. The first guy I’ve ever wanted to have sex with as just me; the real me.
But now that he has to up and leave, I’m sort of just squirming around in place, pressing my legs together to hide my visiblesituationfrom Kent. I can feel him staring at me, but I refuse to look.
I mean, whatever. He knows I was Ari, and he knows I’m also Angel. I just don’t feel like seeing what kind of look that warrants on him.
The only person whose opinion matters is the one whose cum is dripping out of me. And he’s peeking at me, put back together but still disheveled. Smiling.
He’ssmilingat me.
Ivory scrambles to his feet, fixing himself up quickly because Kent is tapping his damn foot like the place is on fire.Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised at the rate this island is going.
Once he’s all put back together, Ivory sighs, grasping my chin. “I have to go see what the problem is. But I will be back, si? I promise.”
I nod, swallowing, insecurities hitting me hard right now. It could be because while he’s pressing gentle kisses on my lips like I’m something to be cherished, he’s still leaving me locked in a cell.
