Page 49 of Covert Desires

Those storm-blue eyes meet mine, vulnerable yet hungry. I see my own darkness reflected there, my own need.

"Is this what you want?" I ask, tightening my grip in his hair.

His breath hitches. "Yes."

The word hangs between us, dangerous and beautiful.

Without letting go of his hair, I pull my dress up over my hips, bunching it over my stomach, no longer self-conscious about my body’s scars, even in the morning light.

Nico’s whole body stiffens, not just his uncaged cock. The chastity cage’s ring eventually came off last night, now discarded with the other silver pieces I didn’t bother locking back in place.

“Show me how good you can be,” I whisper as I pull his face into my cunt, giving in to my needs.

A groan escapes my lips as Nico grabs my ass with both hands, pulling me even closer while his tongue darts over my clit, exploring the sensitive nerve endings with an eagerness, a desperation, that makes my knees weak seconds after contact.

I hold onto his shoulders for stability, hold on with everything I’ve got as the dark prince devours my pussy like it’s his last meal on earth.

Oh god, it feels incredible!

It’s never felt like this.

So beautiful.

So intense.

When you get your pleasure from single-use encounters, you tend to miss out on the more intimate acts of passion.

Sure, this wasn’t the first time a man had eaten my pussy, but it was the first time a man had kneeled before me, losing himself in my pleasure like he actually cared whether I came or not.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp as Nico finds a rhythm that makes my body sing, a rhythm that has me nearing the edge in minutes.

For once in his life, the brat does as he’s told, holding me tightly as he finishes what he started. Holding me until I scream his name in orgasm. Until my knees collapse and he catches me with both arms, pressing me against his body as I ride out my climax with my arms firmly shut, my chest heaving up and down like I’ve run a marathon.

When I finally regain my sense enough to let the world in again, to open my eyes, to register anything beyond the feel of Nico’s skin against mine, his body holding me, I find him looking at me with a strange look in his eyes.

I smile tenderly, kissing his lips sweetly, licking my spent lust from his mouth.

“Oh Nico…” I whisper, kissing his eyelids.

Then something changes.

I see the moment panic floods his eyes.

His body goes rigid, muscles coiling.

"No," he snarls, jerking away from me. "No, this isn't...I can't..."

He springs to his feet, that familiar coldness slamming back into place. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

Just like that, my predator returns, all traces of submission gone.

Chapter fifteen

Regression

(Kiah)

Idon’tknowwhatelse to do, so I straighten out my dress and head to the kitchen to resume the last task I had stored on the to-do list.

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