Page 126 of Ruin Me With Lies
“No.”He studies me for a beat, his hot gaze roaming all over my face.“Thirty minutes.”
With that, he closes his eyes.
And within five minutes, he’s out.Features relaxed, breathing evened out.Just like that.
Only people with a clear conscience, clean hands, no demons to haunt them, no regrets to gnaw at them, no guilt in their blood, should be able to fall asleep this easily.So how the hell does this menace do it?Just closes his eyes and falls asleep as if he’s never so much as stepped on an ant in his entire life.
Glancing at the wall clock, I take note of the time, then fish out the remotes and earphones from the built-in compartment.Might as well try to find something on this giant, brain-rotting box to keep me occupied.
Although he’s taken my phone, I still have my laptop upstairs in my bag.But I’m way too comfortable here.Next to him.
So, brain-rotting entertainment it is.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Raya
IN THE END, WATCHINGStefano sleep turns out to be far more entertaining than anything playing on the flat screen.
It’s utterly fascinating how pure and harmless he looks asleep.Makes me want to pinch his cheeks and nuzzle his perfect nose.
Thirty minutes passed five minutes ago, but I haven’t woken him yet.I’m selfish like that.And as I drink him in a little longer, the sinuous shape of sin slithers between us, curling into a sultry suggestion, a lascivious thought.
Biting my lip, I drag my gaze down past the gentle rise and fall of his chest, over the ridges of his abs, all the way to the waistband of his lounge pants, and…
I give in.
Instead of fighting a losing battle, instead of leaving it all up tohim, I decide to take what I want.I’m aware of the hypocrisy here, the double standard.But I’ve never claimed to be a good person.
Gingerly, I crawl down and press a kiss to the defined dip of his V.And then another.Soft, lingering kisses, one after the next, across his pelvis until I reach the other dip on the opposite side.
Stefano stirs, but doesn’t wake.
Hooking two fingers inside the waistband of his pants, I slowly pull them down, inch by inch.Until he’s out.
My heart hammers in my clavicle at the sight of him.Semi-hard, cleanly groomed, and so damndeliciouslyinviting.
Wetting my lips, lusty and eager, I lean in and press kisses around the base of his gorgeous cock.
A low groan rumbles from his chest, and he stirs again.This time with a long, slow blink.
His lazy, lidded gaze drifts down just as I run my tongue up the underside of his cock.“What—mhhm…”
He twitches, a reflexive reaction, and I flatten my tongue, dragging another slow, deliberate lick all the way to the tip, peering up at him through my lashes.
Dark eyes shift into molten heat as he reaches down, brushing his fingertips gently against my cheek, as if checking that I’m real.
“I thought...”he murmurs, voice hoarse.“I thought I was dreaming.”
To assure him just how real this is, I swirl my tongue in a slow dance around his swollen head before taking him into my mouth.Just the tip for now.
“Ahhshit,” he hisses, hips jerking up in a sharp, helpless thrust.
I dawdle, playing with him, teasing along the veins, lapping at the slit, tasting his pre-cum.
Groans roll deep from his chest, his brows pinched as he gazes down at me, like he’s still not convinced this is real, as if any second now he might wake up.
Hmm.Am I not doing a good enough job?Challenge accepted.
