Page 76 of My Heartless Soul

“Then why the fuck did you hand it to me?”

“Sorry, Chef. New set coming in two minutes.”

“How hard is it to cut the honeydew, right? Where did you learn to cook? In fucking McDonald’s?”

“No, Chef.” She bends her head down and scurries away.

“Kira,” I say softly. “Relax.”

“You relax!”

“Baby, relax, or your pretty pussy won’t get to come later,” I murmur into her ear and instantly see that little flush make its way to her cheeks.

“I hate you. This is all your fault.”

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

She clicks her tongue and goes back to screaming, but this time, it’s without as many f-words. I consider that an achievement.

“Redo!” she yells when they hand her the strawberry sauce for the squab dish. “It’s too thick!”

Eventually, we’re down to the bison dish, and I knew Steven ordered a separate one specifically for himself, and I have all of the ingredients in front of me for assembly, both his and the one for Bloom.

All but one. A special ingredient meant only for Steven’s dish.

I quickly put together Esteban’s order and stop before continuing to the other one.

“Leave the kitchen,” I shout, and everyone freezes, looking up at me, startled. “Now!” I add, and everyone scurries out the back door leading to the hallway.

“What the hell are you doing, Levidis?” Kira looks at me, confused, but I don’t have time for talking.

I grab her hand, hauling her to myself, and lean down, kissing those plump lips. “Were you my good little witch and stayed wet this whole time?” I ask and see that beautiful, slender throat bob as she gulps. “Maybe I should check myself?”

I pick her up, sitting her down on my prep table.

“W-what—” I don’t let her finish as I flip the button on her slacks open and slide my hand into her soaked thong.

“Mh-mmm, you are a good witch. So fucking soaked.” My finger drags through her drenched folds, teasing a whimper out of her, and I dip it inside her cunt.

“Vas,” she moans. “What are you doing?” Kira tips her head back, her hands falling behind her to support herself, and I lower my mouth to her neck. Kissing and licking it as I finger her little pussy.

“I am proving it,” I answer her.

“Proving what?” Kira sounds delirious because she is so wound up. So needy and desperate for that release.

“That you are mine,” I growl and slide another two fingers into her tight pussy, stretching her, and my thumb circles her clit, rubbing it lightly.

“Oh, fuck.” Her hips are bucking off the table, all the trays on them moving along with her. We don’t have much time, so I curl my fingers inside of her just as I know she loves and palm her breast through her coat, pinching her uncovered nipples because my little witch didn’t wear a bra underneath once again.

Can’t say I am one to complain.

But that does the trick, Kira moans out loudly, clutching onto my hand that’s inside of her as she rides it hard and fast, chasing her orgasm with abandon. And in mere seconds, she comes so beautifully that I pull away from her neck to see every second of it.

Her hooded eyes, her parted lips, that sinful flush on her creamy cheeks. She is the most beautiful, otherworldly sight on earth, and I am so far gone it’s not even funny.

God, I am crazy for this woman.

I give her one last pump and pull out my fingers covered in her cum, and she watches me intently with those hazy eyes, thinking I will suck each drop of her onto my mouth and God, do I want to, but that wouldn’t prove my point here.

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