Page 614 of Flirting with Darkness

“I thought you liked that,” she murmured.

“I do.” He fought to breathe, closing his eyes. “God, I do.”

Her fingers caressed his face. She started to unbutton his shirt but he arched his whole body into her again, and her hands went soft. God, he could feel how much she liked it. Her whole body turned to liquid under him.

She purred like a fucking cat.

“You like this,” he groaned.

“Like it? Of course I like it… and you’ve been depriving me for weeks. You have the most unbelievable cock, husband,” she told him. “I still hate every other person you ever shared it with… so if that’s what you’re being quiet about, you’d better not tell me…”

“It’s not,” he groaned.

“It damned well better not be.”

She said the words teasingly, but he felt the truth behind them.

His chest hurt from her words.

She was looking at him now, and he could see that love in her eyes again.

God damn him. He was a bastard.

She thought she was with him… that other Ghost.

That other Lazarus Chronos Aslanov.

This might not be rape, but it was… something.

Something not right.

He slammed into her again, and she let out another soft moan.

“Harder,” she urged him. “Harder, goddamn it…”

He tried to accommodate her, but frustration seethed off her expression.

She clenched her hands in his hair, letting out another low gasp.

Her voice grew pained.

“This isn’t helping. Whatever this is, whatever you’re doing right now, it’s not helping. You owe me about a month’s worth of fucking, Laz… for being gone so long, for not telling me where the hell you were going. When we get home, I’m going to tie you down and make you apologize. I might even pull out the strap-on… do a little role-reversal for a change. It’s been too long since we’ve done that, too…”

When he didn’t speak, she gripped his hair tighter, making him groan.

“What is going on with you right now? I’m almost mad at you for what a cautious, quiet weirdo you’re being… what the fuck is it? What’s wrong? Is it me?”

He wasn’t sure what to make of a good portion of those words, either.

It almost didn’t matter.

The want in her eyes nearly made him climax again.

“It’s not you,” he assured her.

“Then what? What is going on?”

He raised himself up, then arched into her again, watching her face.

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