Page 81 of Lilies from Hell

“Well, it’s not too bad,” I say with a broad smile.

I laugh when his hands start moving along my ribs, causing my juices to flow all their way down my pad as a cramp runs through my stomach. Then he leaves me on the bed, tucking me in with the sheets and arranging the pillows behind my head.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” He kisses my head, then looks at me, waiting for an answer.

“Nothing, just pass me some painkillers. They’re in the bathroom cabinet.”

Seconds later, he returns with a packet of pills in his hand. I sit up slightly and take the pill with a small smile of thanks. Then he sits down next to me, bringing a bottle of water to my mouth.

“Thank you,” I murmur, lying down again. He soon does the same before starting to caress my stomach with his gaze fixed on my face.

By the time I open my eyes, I realize it’s quite late because of the darkening sky. The first thing I do is rub my eyes so they can adjust to the dim light. When I see him near the window, I smile broadly and immediately walk towards him with silent steps, wrapping my arms around his waist.

When he feels my arms, he immediately turns around. Then he leans down until our lips touch lightly before deepening the kiss with a moan. My hands run through his black hair. We both start walking until we reach my desk. He quickly moves some things aside, then puts his hands on my arse and lifts me up until I’m on top of it and he moves between my legs. I gasp when he rips my shirt in two, exposing my breasts along with my underwear. His eyes now shine with desire as he scans every part of my body.

“You drive me crazy, Lena,” he whispers with a husky voice in my ear before running his teeth along the curve of my neck. “I feel like a fucking hungry animal when I’m next to you.”

He then presses our mouths together in a wild kiss that takes my breath away once more. Then he bites my lower lip hard between his teeth until I feel a sharp pain and warm blood begins to spill down my chin. He cleans it with his pierced tongue. I moan when he starts sucking that part of my lip, causing a sharp pain that takes me to heaven itself.

When he pulls away with swollen lips, he picks me up and places me on the desk chair. My heart begins to beat faster when I see him tear my panties off in one swift movement and throw them aside. He kneels and gently caresses my legs before pulling them toward him, causing my flow to increase a little. That makes me pull my legs up on impulse for fear of staining the chair.

“Wait,” I say in a very low voice under his impatient gaze. “I’m bleeding. A lot,” I emphasize without wanting to go into further detail.

“I know,” he says. “Are you feeling bad again?” I shake my head. “Then I don’t see what’s the problem,” he stretches my legs again.

I bite my lower lip anxiously when he presses his lips against my mound, leaving short kisses along my legs. He then spreads them apart until my core is at his complete disposal. He begins to erase all traces of my fluids with his tongue, then starts sucking my clitoris with a moan of satisfaction.

I pull his face closer between gasps of pleasure and tug harder on his black hair as I feel the tip of his tongue circle my opening. He stops to spread my lips further with his fingers and insert his tongue, driving me wild with pleasure. Then he returns his attention to that sensitive spot, sucking while penetrating me with one of his fingers.

I part my lips to form some words as I feel a pleasant tug run through my stomach to my lower body. All that comes out of my mouth are more moans that I don’t even try to avoid. Remembering my disastrous end the last time we were in a similar situation, I try to pull his mouth away. I only get a guttural warning grunt as he resumes his assault with more force than before.

When I can’t take it anymore, I put my hands over my mouth, silencing a scream of pure pleasure as that tug intensifies, making me explode with ecstasy. A thick fluid slides between my arse cheeks until it touches the chair as I try to hold back the torrent, or whatever it was, failing miserably.

My breathing is still unsteady. My messy hair is covering my flushed cheeks and the slight sweat on my forehead from the heat earlier, but he looks at me as if I were some kind of treasure, without even blinking.

“Ty deystvitel’no krasivaya,” he says, his hands resting on the arms of the chair and his face just inches from mine.

I turn my face away in disgust when he leans toward my lips slowly, but he holds my face and forces me to look him in the eyes. Then he directs a couple of his fingers to my entrance and inserts them, making me let out a slight moan.

My heart begins to beat fast the moment he puts his two fingers, stained with my fluids, on my tongue. I can immediately taste iron mixed with sweetness and saltiness while he watches everything closely. Shortly after, our mouths collide forcefully as he lifts my body into the air. The taste becomes more intense, but for some reason, it only makes my insides stir with a tingling sensation.

“Let’s give you a bath.”

“My legs are going to go numb if you never let me walk,” I reply, burying my face in his chest, feeling it vibrate when he bursts out laughing.

“You can’t blame me for wanting to hold you in my arms all the time.” My lips stretch into a small smile.

Then he carefully sets me down in the bathtub and turns on the hot water tap. As it fills, I watch his back muscles tense as he rinses his mouth with the tap water.

I blink, tearing my gaze away from his body and focusing on turning off the tap before finishing submerging myself in the hot water. I open my eyes, feeling the muscles in my stomach relax almost instantly.

By the time I open them again, he is gone, although it doesn’t take him long to return, looking tense. He leaves some clothes on a small table near the bathtub, then sits on the edge of the tub with the black diamond scorpion pendant in hand.

“Where did you get this?” He asks.

“I found it on my bed. I thought you gave it to me,” I say, pulling my knees up to my chest. I frown when he looks away. His jaw tense with anger. “Why? Is something wrong?” He shakes his head, softening his features in an attempt to appear calmer.

It’s better not to tell him about the cell phones, bags and anonymous calls. That would definitely piss him off.