Page 75 of Lilies from Hell

She didn’t know I was willing to sacrifice anything to please her. If she wanted to burn the whole world down, I would give her the matches and set it on fire myself, even if I was the first in line to burn. Back then, it seemed rushed to fulfill the desires she harbored in the darkest depths of herself. Now I won’t stop doing it. Even if she asked me to.

“Here you go, your share of the contribution,” my father says as he hands me an envelope as soon as we arrive home from our duties.

“Thank you, it’s been a pleasure,” I reply with a mock bow.

“Don’t get used to it.”

I shake my head with a smile from ear to ear and enter the house, wanting to go back to my room. But as soon as I step into the main living room, I find him sitting on one of the sofas with his back to me. I bite my lower lip nervously and walk past him. As if I hadn’t seen him. Just as I’m about to step onto the first step, he grabs my wrist and spins me around with a quick movement.

“Hello,” he whispers, his gaze fixed on my lips.

“No,” I say, putting a hand between us as he leans in to kiss me.

“No, what?” He asks, leaning closer to me.

“You can’t do that here.”

“Why not?” He asks harshly.

“Because I said so,” I say firmly, earning an annoyed look from him.

I wait for a response that never comes, because in the blink of an eye, he manages to immobilize my face and press his lips against mine in a wild kiss that I also participate in. Until I hear footsteps in the distance that make me pull away quickly in panic. I think I even turn pale. But luckily for me, it’s just the butler who usually roams around the house.

“Bye.”

I finish running up the stairs as if Satan himself were chasing me.

I enter the kitchen a few hours later and find him leaning on the counter. He is drinking a glass of water and looking at something on his phone with considerable interest.

“Hi,” I say from the doorway with a smile that makes my cheeks hurt. He just glances at me quickly before returning to his phone.

I purse my lips in a discontented grimace. Is he ignoring me now? I snort and walk over to a high cupboard to grab a glass, stretching up on my tiptoes to reach it. When I turn around I find his gaze on my legs. They are now nicely covered by yoga pants that accentuate my figure. Then he looks up at my face, looking tense.

I ignore him as I grab the jug of water from the fridge next to him. Since it’s at the back, I have to bend over a little. His gaze now is fixed on my arse without any shame. When I turn to him, leaving the glass on the table, he doesn’t even bother to hide it.

“I thought I told you no pants,” he says narrowing his eyes at me.

“I’m at my house,” I reply in a matter-of-fact tone.

He starts to approach me with that dangerous gleam in his eyes. I take a few steps back without realizing that the counter is in the way. Now I’m trapped between his arms and the counter. I gasp in surprise when he lifts me up in one movement and places me on the hard marble counter, spreading my legs and standing between them. I lean back when I see his face approaching mine.

“Wait.”

“What’s the problem?” he hisses with a low growl.

“I don’t want anyone to see us. If my parents find out about us, they won’t be happy.”

I have no idea if my parents knew about our relationship in the past, but right now I know my dad won’t be happy to find out I’m dating one of his business partners. Especially if it’s the son of his best friend and best customer. He gives me a long look, fixing his eyes on my face.

“Do you want to keep our relationship a secret?” He asks incredulously and I nod, unconsciously bringing my face closer to his. Before I can get any closer, he holds my chin with his fingers and moves back a few inches. “I don’t like how that sounds.”

“It’s best for both of us. For now.” I pout my lips and widen my eyes, turning them into a plea. “Please.”

“Only for a while,” he says, still not entirely convinced. I nod with a smile on my lips before pulling his face toward mine and starting to kiss him, savoring his lips for a few short minutes while I caress his hair with my hands.

When he parts his lips and lets out a moan, I take the opportunity to caress his tongue with mine quite slowly.

“I can’t stand being away from you,” he whispers, pressing our foreheads together.