Page 56 of Souls and Sorrows

He withdraws immediately, proving that my hold on him wasn’t stopping him from pulling away, and then he’s spinning me around, pushing down on my shoulders.

His chest heaves as I crouch, my ankles protesting the change in position. I look up, lips parting as he fists his thick, veiny cock in front of my face, tugging like he’s pissed off at his erection.

Sweeping my tongue across the seam of my mouth, I open wider, my own cum sticky between my legs. I reach down, swirling it around my clit, enraptured by the look on his face as his orgasm draws near.

“I should fuck your mouth and come down your throat,” he says, the tendons in his neck bulging out. “Make you taste me the rest of the night.”

My nod is immediate, desperate, and a malicious grin spreads over his mouth.

“But I think you’d like that too much.”

A tiny whimper escapes me as he lets out a low, slow groan, tilting his head back. His jaw tenses, and then he’s coming, pointing purposefully away from my mouth. Warm, thick ropes of semen jet across my forehead and chin, and another climax washes over me with the sensation.

My eyes drift closed as euphoria traces paths along my body, like the ghost of fingertips on goose bumps. When I open them again, Cash stares down at me, his cock tucked away already, but his eyes are frozen in some cross between awe and utter confusion.

I lift my hands, swiping my fingers through the cum on my face, and lick them clean.

He bends, grabbing me under the arms, and hauls me up. His thumb brushes the corner of my mouth, and he pushes the tip in. I close my lips around it, sucking until my cheeks hollow out, the musky taste of him ripe and lingering.

“Let’s go home,” he says after a beat, straightening my skirt. His fingers wrap around the diamond ring on mine. “I have something to show you.”

17

The lookon Ariana’s face tells me I’ve been going about this marriage all wrong.

Regardless of the fact that I was a much better option than her piece-of-shit ex, I can’t expect to win affection merely by default. And while her defiance might make my dick hard for inexplicable reasons, her compliance is necessary to my success in this relationship and in seizing the underground’s source of power.

Maybe I can stand to be a bit more attentive. It’s clear that Ariana thrives in the spotlight, and perhaps my unwillingness to be with her physically is adding to her despondency.

Not causing it, since I can tell she has more demons than she even seems to realize, but I’m certainly not helping.

She cries in her sleep, and it’s a sound I wouldn’t mind vanquishing.

Chin tilted, Ariana stares up at the little one-story white brick building in front of us. “Did you bring me here to kill me?”

“That would be much easier to do at home.” Taking her hand, I turn it over and press a little gold key into the center of her palm.

She cocks her head to the side, blinking at me. “How would you do it?”

“Why? Looking for ideas?” I give her a small half-grin, trying to dispel the way her attention ties my stomach into knots. When she doesn’t reply, I curl her fingers around the key and shrug. “How would Ikillyou? I’m a bit offended you think I’d have an answer ready.”

“Don’t pretend you’re an innocent, upstanding man.” She wiggles her ring finger, and I wonder if she’s noticed the microchip beneath her thumb yet. “We both know better.”

I trace the outline of the diamond. “Well, clearly, your go-to is poison.”

“Nope.”

One of my brows arches. “No?”

Shaking her head, she pulls her hand away. “Itoldyou, I had nothing to do with the flowers. I wouldn’t poisonyou.”

Unease creeps up my back, lifting the hairs on my neck. “You say that like you have a plan to not poison me.”

The corners of her perfect mouth turn up. “Less of a plan and more of an escape route.”

“You’re not even a prisoner.”

A hint of sadness softens her features. “I am not your prisoner, Cash, but I am not free.”

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