“Get there, Elena,” he rasps, still fixated on my face. His tone is almost begging when he continues, “I want to see you break for me.”
I circle my clit faster, and as my tempo rises, he matches it with the movement in my ass. Pleasure pools deep inside me, heat coiling before my body goes taut, and that ecstasy bursts. The moment it hits me, my legs buckle, but August’s knee fallsbetween them, keeping me in place. My body goes slack, muffled screams clawing their way out of me. My hand slows as I ride out my orgasm, and August eases his movements before pulling his hand from my ass. I slump in his arms, entirely drained.
“Atta girl. So good for me.” He drags his lips over my tattoo, nipping at the skin. Moving his hands to wrap around my waist, he holds me up, becomes my strength. “My chaos. My addiction. My little vice,” he whispers.
I preen at his praise, suddenly desperate for more of it. His touch is soft when he gently grabs my chin, directing my gaze back to the mirror. “Look how pretty you are after I’ve made you come. How breathtaking you look when you submit to me.”
I swallow as he pulls my panties from my mouth and takes a step back, pocketing them. He makes quick work of washing his hands, smoothing down my wild hair, and adjusting my dress. Nothing is going to hide the flush in either of our cheeks, but he swipes a thumb under each of my eyes to remove my smeared makeup.
“You’ve always been the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” That hand cups my cheek, and he brushes over my lip. “But you’re beyond words when you’re wearing the glow only I can give you, the beauty that belongs only to me.”
20
VIOLET
“CINNAMON GIRL” - LANA DEL REY
Her lashes flutter,and the effect I have on her only deepens the iridescent radiance in her eyes. They’re heavy and half-lidded, swimming in passion. It’s a flawless match to the flush in her cheeks, her skin illuminated by perspiration from being so thoroughly ravished.
By me. Ravished by me.
I’ve spent a lifetime dreaming of ways that I could see her in this kind of light, hear her say my name in that erotic and breathy tone, feel her skin come to life beneath my hands. I only began to discover the ways I could make her melt during our brief affair those years ago, and when I lost her then, I never thought I’d have another chance to explore her. To explore all of our depraved desires and deepest cravings.
Part of me wants to run away from this. From her touch and her heartbeat and the look she’s giving me right now, knowing the way those brown eyes can kill.
Losing her then brought me as close to death as I’ve ever been, but staring at her now may be the most alive I’ve ever felt.
It’s a terrifying tightrope to walk, watching her stand there on the other end with a knife in hand. There is no way of knowing if she’s going to sever that tie and send me plummeting,or if she’s going to grab my hand and pull me in, cementing us in a permanent embrace.
Whether I’m in her arms, or on the line, I feel ruined.
“Do you want to go home now, Little Vice?” I ask, still cupping her cheek.
Her lips tilt softly, but she shakes her head. “No, I need to go buy a painting.”
She must see confusion drift across my features, because she laughs lightly, grasping my wrist and pressing her lips to my palm. She drops my hand, brushing past me as she heads toward the door.
“You’ll come find me when you’re done, and I’ll be taking you home.”
She peeks her head around her shoulder, a smirk on her pretty lips as she dips her head. “Yes, sir.”
My cock jumps at the sultry tone of her voice, and just as she grips the door handle, a pounding comes from the other side. We both jump, eyes locking as my breath catches and my stomach lodges itself inside my throat.
“Look, I’m not trying to interrupt whatever you two are…working out in there, but I am six months pregnant, and I need to pee!”
I immediately blow out a relieved sigh at Darby’s voice.
“I’m trying to do you both a solid right now, but if you don’t get the hell out of this bathroom, I’m going to grab my husband and make him kick you out of here.”
Elena throws the door open. “Are they out there?”
Darby stands in the doorway, swaying on her bare feet. “No. Leo is still upstairs with Carter.” She cuts us a glare. “And apparently that…endurance is a family trait, because Everett’s still on the roof with my sister.”
“Ew.” Elena huffs. “Well, sorry. Bathroom is all yours.” She moves past Darby before pausing briefly. “And thank you for um…covering.”
She smiles as Elena walks away before turning to me. “Leave.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I shuffle past her, pausing briefly to kiss her cheek. “Thank you, Darbs.”
