Page 59 of Blood & Lace
“You’re always sexy to me.”
Onyx rapidly blinked at me. “Vous êtes plus fou que je ne le pensais.”He went back to my phone. “Fucking hell, are all of these folders me?”
“Most.”
“Which one isn’t me?”
Well, Onyx was the star of most of them but there was one where he only had a handful of pictures in. “The one labeled ‘cat’.”
“You have a pet cat?”
“Not anymore, but I like them.”
“Where the fuck did you get this picture?” Onyx said as he sat up straighter on me. “This was supposed to be a closed event. No phones or cameras.”
“I have my ways.”
“I’m deleting it.”
“No. Onyx, please, I’ll do anything. Please don’t take it away.” I loved the single picture of Onyx dressed up in all pink, sporting cute cat ears and a long white tail.
He was quiet for a second before he tossed my phone on the sofa. “You’re a weirdo.”
“Did you delete any of them?” I was terrified of the answer. All of them were special to me.
“You need therapy.” He glared down at me as if seeing me for the first time. “But no, I didn’t.”
Relief flooded me all at once, and if all my muscles in my body weren't already fully relaxed, they would be now.
“You jerk off to all those pictures of me?” Onyx asked.
“I used to. Now I just admire them.”
Onyx licked his lips. “What’s better, the picture or the real thing?”
“Real. You feel amazing, bella.”
He hummed as if he didn’t believe me.
“You’re the best I’ve ever had. No one compares. The moment I had you, anyone else ceased to exist.”
Onyx looked away from me, but not before I caught his smile. “Don’t worry, the function to your body parts will slowly comeback after—” Onyx looked me over. “Well, normally it lasts about sixty minutes, give or take a few. On you, probably another thirty.” He stood up, and I whimpered. “What? Do you want me to sit on you until it’s over?”
“Yes.”
Onyx looked ready to deny me but sighed and sat back down. He reached over to the coffee table and turned the TV on. “Can you see?”
“No, but I can hear it just fine.”
My husband rolled his cute eyes and turned the volume up. “This is all your fault.”
“You’re right.”
He squinted at me before nodding. “Once this is over, you’re taking me to get cake. I worked up an appetite.”
“Anything you want, bella.”
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