Page 89 of Cup of Lies

“Dirty girl,” he growls. “You want me to suck on these sexy tits?”

“Yes,” I say with a groan. “Make it feel good.”

His hot mouth covers my nipple and it’s completely different than when I’m feeding Nova. This is sexual and feels really good. He tongues the nipple and nips at it. The teeth send ripples of pleasure zapping through me.

“Oh!”

Then he sucks hard enough I cry out in pain. But his fingers work my clit so that I’m unable to focus on how it hurts. The suckling sounds he makes are starved and feral.

“Mmm.” He moans around my breast before sucking even harder.

Does he like the taste of it?

It’s so weird but also incredibly hot.

“Fuck me,” I beg, hardly breathing from the need pulsing through me. “Please.”

“No,” he growls. “I’m going to get my fill, love. Your taste is addictive. I’m going to suck these titties dry while you come on my fingers. Then, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you suck me off too.”

His words are my undoing. I feel the crescendo building and I’m close to the edge. He moves to my other nipple, doing as he promised, and drinks from me, the gulping sound hotter than anything I’ve ever heard. My clit is buzzing and it only takes a pinch before I’m exploding.

I’ve barely come down from my high when he guides me down to my knees. With the water soaking my head and face, I greedily suck his cock, wanting him to feel even one ounce of thepure bliss I’m still flying high from. It doesn’t take long and I swallow down his salty release.

Has it been six weeks yet since Nova’s birth?

How in the hell am I going to wait that long to have sex with this beautiful man?

Koyn pushes the key Gabby gave us into the door of Dad’s home. The alarm isn’t activated because it doesn’t blast when we enter. We can hear voices in the kitchen.

“We could probably get to Canada the easiest,” Bastian says, voice tight. “There’s still a risk of getting caught.”

“This is unbelievable. My life is ruined,” Dad bites out. “I know it was Orion and his sons. He’s not answering my calls, which means he’s guilty.”

They both go quiet for a second.

“Did you hear something?”

“Probably the housekeeper. I told her she wasn’t needed—”

“Hi, Dad. Bastian.” I walk into view, with Caius and Koyn flanking me.

It’s comical to see Bastian’s eyes bug out of his head. Dad wears the same cold, annoyed expression as usual. The bags under his eyes are new, though.

“What the hell?” Dad demands. “What are you doing here? I thought…”

“You thought I’d been shipped off to be brainwashed?” I smile sweetly at him. “I was, Dad. It was terrible. Did you know I was pregnant?”

Bastian gapes at me. “What? You had a baby?”

Dad sneers at me. “Of course I knew. Just like I knew you escaped. I’m pretty sure my fucking wife has been aiding in your efforts.”

My brother scowls at our father. “I didn’t know she was pregnant. How come I wasn’t informed?”

“Forget about it. Not important.” He’s waved off with a dismissive gesture from Dad. “Are you here to kill us? Like you did Seth Portman?”

I cross my arms over my chest. Behind me, I know both men have Glocks in hand. Dad speaks bravely for someone on the wrong end of a couple of guns.

“I just want to know why,” I say softly. “I thought you loved me.”

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