Page 63 of His Haunted Desire
“Say thatloveis good enough,” I go on, hoping I can salvage this. “Love seems like too small a word. Love doesn’t describe what we are.”
Guilt twists through me as Evangeline beams at us.
Soon, lunch arrives a platter of nibbles accompanied by three plates. A man in a fox mask lays out the plates. Sebastian.
He stands at the edge of the table. “Anything else?”
“No, thank you,” Evangeline says. “Will you join us?”
“Apologies, ma’am, but I’d prefer not to.” He turns his fox mask to Raiden. “I think it will be easier that way.”
When Sebastian leaves, Evangeline sighs. “He’s a good person, Raiden.”
“Until the killer is caught, everyone is a suspect.”
“Let’s not talk about this,” I say. “Let’s forget for a little while and enjoy this meal.”
“You’re right, Aurora,” Evangeline says. “Tell me about you. Your passions. Your dreams.”
I feel spotlighted, but it’s better than her and Raiden arguing.
As I talk about my love of fashion and costumes, Evangeline’s face lights up. She watches me avidly, as if she’s engrossed by every word. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Raiden watching me approvingly.
After lunch, Evangeline says she wants to lie down.
“We’ll do the same,” Raiden says. “Rest up before the cops get here.”
In the bedroom, he comes onto me instantly, his hands roaming over my body, his length growing hard quickly, as if the hunger in him didn’t go away, just paused as we dealt with the mayhem.
It takes every ounce of self-control I have to push him away.
“No, Raiden,” I say.
He spanks me, making my body grow hot, my resolve weaken. “That’s not what you call me, remember.”
I want to sink into the moment, fall against him, feel his solid arms wrapped around me, feel his manhood pushing against me like before, his head kissing my entrance, teasing at the release to come.
It’s like there’s this force inside me. That’s melodramatic, I know, but I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s like when I get an idea for a new look and I can’t let it go until I begin working on it.
This is a similar feeling, except the work I want to begin is on us.Realwork, forgetting about the deal, starting with stripping naked and throwing myself at him, not just feeling his manhood kissing my entrance, but taking him, all of him, every inch.
Over and over and over.
I honestly think I deserve an award for how I’m able to push against his chest, separating myself from him.
“We can’t,” I say.
He takes my hands, traces his thumbs over my knuckles, triggering tingles of pure temptation. “You want this.”
“Maybe you make me horny. And I might like it when you take charge. It’s certainly a welcome break from having to take care of Grandma and myself all the time. But that doesn’t mean there’s anything real here, Raiden. Okay?”
“No. It’s not okay.”
He pulls me against him. I’m the queen of mixed signals. The moment I feel his firm body and his thick bulge, I take hold of his face and kiss him. He smooths his hands over my ass and makes that addicted groaning noise I love.
I wriggle away. “No.” I gasp. “Stop–I mean it.”
“Thensay it like you mean it.”
