Page 41 of Darkness Tempt Me
Fuck. This sweet boy. “Yes, Pey. Kiss me.”
He’s so close now, and the stare he’s giving me is so intense, like nothing I’ve seen from Peyton before. I pull him down tome and press our lips together. It’s the lightest of brushes. Just a taste. A barely there touch that still somehow shoots lightning sparks of need down my spine. I pull him in closer so he’s lying on top of me, gravity doing the work and pressing us tighter together. This kiss changes, turns into something more desperate.
This first kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s passionate. Frantic. There’s an undercurrent of something charged. Something electric. Peyton whimpers, and his hand finds his cock, fingers slipping under my waistband. “It’s your turn, Daddy. This time, let me take care of you.”
Then, he’s crawling down my body and wrapping his warm lips around my length.
“Fuck. You feel so good. How is your mouth this tight?” I swallow hard, thrusting up into this throat. “Please, Pey.”
Peyton chokes and pauses. I peer down at him, about to apologize, but the playful smirk he gives me leaves me speechless.
“That’s it, husband. Beg for my mouth. Use me. Make it rough.”
My body comes alive, buzzing with something alive. My thrusts start off small, almost tentative and testing. Without leaving my cock, he guides one of my hands back to his hair, where he encourages me to push. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and it makes me lose control.
With a frantic need that’s pure animal instinct, I fuck his mouth. Thrusting hard and fast, while grasping his soft curls and holding him in place. I do what he wants, making my movements rough and claiming. My legs begin trembling. Each thrust drags grunts and groans from my mouth. All the while, Peyton is moaning and whimpering, begging for more with just his sounds alone.
“Fuck, boy. I’m not gonna last. I’m going to come down your throat and mark you from the inside.”
Peyton doubles his efforts, sucking harder and doing something fucking magical with his tongue.
And then, I’m gone. Exploding and flying as I come. Coming so hard, I black out, fading into the darkness.
I’m vaguely aware of Peyton shifting and cuddling against my side. “You’re perfect, Mavik.”
Chapter twenty-four
Peyton
Afew days later, I’m in the breakroom with Iris, practically buzzing after the last several nights Mavik and I spent together, when the TV hanging on the wall shows the news and the latest updates on the search for Adam Costa.
He still reminds me of my ex. Only, this asshole has a lot of money. I shiver. God, I can’t even imagine how many people my ex could hurt with the type of money Adam Costa has. “I hope someone killed him,” I blurt. I clap a hand over my mouth. I’m in public, and Adam is a politician. People can get weird about who they support. The last thing I need is for someone to key my car or slash my tires.
Luckily, it’s only Iris and me in the breakroom.
Iris nods. “Same. Those poor women. Did you hear Drake Sinclair has also been missing for a few days now?”
A chill slides down my spine, and the blood drains from my face. “What?” I ask in a shaky voice. “Drake is missing?”
“Yup. I wonder if it might somehow be connected. Drake was a huge supporter of the Costa family.”
The blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy.‘Drake will never scare you again.’Mavik’s words from the night he came home late circle through my mind. At the time, I was tired, horny, and just wanted to take care of Mavik. It didn’t occur to me how strange it was for him to say that.
My eyes flicker back up to the news. Could Mavik… No. There’s no way. Right?Fuck. Is he involved somehow? A few more names of people who have been reported missing or turned up dead come to mind. People that Mavik knew either through business or certain social circles. All of them had been accused of being horrible people; rapists, pedophiles, abusive assholes. All people who deserve to be dead, but that doesn’t mean anyone has the right to play judge, jury, and executioner.
“Hey, Iris. Do me a favor. If Mavik asks. Will you tell him I’m going to our place to grab something for my brother, and then meeting up with him to discuss something? I won’t be long.”
Iris gives me a quizzical look. “Sure thing, hon.”
“But only if he asks you,” I say quickly.
Iris reaches out and squeezes my arm. “Are you okay, Peyton?”
“Yes, just… I’ll be back.”
I step onto the elevator and slap the button for the penthouse. My mind is racing a million miles an hour, searching for clues to either prove or deny the crazy thoughts flying around my brain. As soon as I open the door, I stand there in the doorway, frozen, unsure of where to start. Only after a moment’s hesitation, I run to the home office, ripping open drawers, looking through papers, and searching for secret compartments. I find nothing, but that only makes me more determined.
I freeze.Holy shit. I’m determined because deep down I somehow know he’s involved.
