Lie to Me (33 page)

“Do you forgive him?”

A slow blink. “I...I wouldn’t have forgiven me. How can you show me mercy and not your own dad?”

“You ran out of desperation without all the facts. His crimes were committed with his complete knowledge, just because he had absolute power and could terrorize you for whatever fucked-up reason he had. He abused his power. You saved yourself the only way you knew how. They’re entirely different transgressions. Like comparing puppies to kittens.”

“My kippy would object to that analogy,” she teased with a playful grin.

“Retro’s a freak, so her objection is invalidated.”

Kella laughed, and his cock twitched at the sensual resonance. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Stone liked that she was comfortable enough with him to seek out his hold. Her knee bumped against his groin, and he groaned.

“Sorry.” She tilted her head back to examine him.

Stone shoved his fingers into her hair, cupped the back of her head, and tugged her to him. Their mouths connected, and she opened for his invasion. Tongues twining together, she moaned into him, and surprised him by twisting on his lap, and straddling him. She buried her hands in his hair and held him tight, her grip stinging his scalp, while she smooched him back and rocked her core against his stiffening length.

Kella whimpered, and he broke their embrace to trail a moist path of kisses along her neck. “Can sex really be good, Stone?”

The question snatched him out of his drugged state, a harsh reminder her only experience came from the men who paid for the privilege. “Yes, sunshine.” He’d give her a small taste of how amazing sex could be. “When do you leave with your mom?”

“Whenever I’m ready.”

That worked for him. Cupping her ass, he stood with her clinging to him, and walked to the bedroom. Her first taste of passion wouldn’t come in a chair, but in comfort. He kicked the door shut and settled her on her feet in such a way the front of her body slid down his. “Do you trust me to see to your pleasure?”

“Yes.” Heat hit her cheeks, and she buried her face against his chest. Her bashfulness amused him.

Palming her nape, his hand slithered upward into her hair and guided her head back until their gazes locked. “Don’t hide from me. I want to watch you.”

Her gaze flicked away. “This feels...I don’t know, intimate I guess, but that makes no sense.” Made sense to Stone. “It’s not like I’ve never had sex. I just didn’t like it.”

“That was about them, surely you see the difference.”

“Yeah.” She traced his lips with a fingertip. “And I didn’t want them. I just wanted to eat later.”

Goddamn!

Stone kissed her again, and she melted into the embrace with a whimper. Tightening his grip on her strands, he arched her head and kissed down her neck. He retraced the caress with a lick up the same line. Holding her gaze, he nipped her chin. “Show me you crave my touch and undress for me.”

Her eyes widened, but she gave a small nod. He’d challenge her to be as gutsy in the bedroom as she was out of it. He would demand her full participation, or he’d walk away. There was no room for half-commitments during intimacy.

Hands trembling, she clutched the hem of her red shirt and pulled it over her head. She laid the garment over the back of a chair, smoothing the wrinkles out of the fabric in a reverent manner. And she hadn’t wanted any of the garments. Her actions disproved her prior claim.

The red bra brought forth a smile.
Gift-wrap for me
. Flimsy lace hugged her breasts, exposing nipples visible through the wispy fabric. The flushed peaks were already tight with desire. Eager to get his mouth on those luscious globes, he focused on tamping down his arousal. This moment was about Kella, demonstrating the bliss that could be had from sex, and about worshipping her to his fullest potential.

Stone curled a hand on her hip and tugged her to him, kissing her as his other hand palmed a breast. Because he was a selfish bastard and couldn’t wait a moment longer, he dove inside the lacy cup and wedged the material beneath the weight of her breast, the fabric pushing the coiled nipple upward as if for his mouth. He bent his head and licked around her areola. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Satisfied by her reaction, he sucked on her nipple. Delighted by her ragged breath, he was even more pleased by the way her breath stuttered out of her.

Releasing the hooks of the undergarment, he yanked it off her and moved to the other breast.

“I bet you’re already wet, sunshine.” Going to his knees, he kissed down her belly and laved her belly button.

“My panties feel wet,” she admitted, her voice raspy with lust.

He loved how flustered she became when aroused. She’d reacted the same earlier.

Stone adjusted his throbbing dick, but couldn’t locate a happy place for his cock in his leather pants, so he stood and stepped away from her. “Finish revealing yourself to me.” He rolled up his long sleeves, while watching her fingers unhook her pants. She paused as if hesitating before pushing them down. “I’ve already seen it all, Kella.” He’d just see her pussy up close and personal this time because he
was
going to make a meal out of her.

While biting her bottom lip, Kella bared herself to him. The matching panties tripled his heart rate, causing his aching cock to throb in time with the beat. She picked up the bra he’d discarded, and placed it on the chair with her shirt and pants. In a quick move, as if she thought about it a moment too long she’d chicken out, she dragged the lace down her legs and tossed them on the pile with the rest of her rejected attire. She clasped her hands together, blocking his view of her pussy. That wouldn’t do.

She was utterly naked except for his sigil blazing on her neck. He damn sure hadn’t requested she be branded with his seal, and he was angry she’d been mutilated against his will, but he liked the way it marked her as his.

Stone sat on the settee and unlaced his boots, pulling them off and setting them aside. “Come here.”

She slid her fingers into his hair when she drew close. The grasp of her hands felt like a claim, marking him as hers. One thing became apparent. Touching him seemed to settle her nerves, because all tenseness in her shoulders and muscles softened, even her belly ceased clenching.

He tumbled her onto his lap, and she curled up against him, running her palm along his chest. “I like the way you feel, hard, firm, and solid. Safe.”

He suspected she hadn’t felt safe in a long time.

Stone loved her naked and nestled in his lap petting him. “You are safe with me.”

He would die of blue balls if she didn’t stop wiggling against his cock, leaving the evidence of her slick core darkening his leather. Sitting up straight, he caught her hips and turned her so her back rested against his chest. He pushed her legs to either side of his and spread his, opening her core to the room, the scent of her arousal hit his nostrils a moment later.

Taking a deep breath, he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled. His Kella was finally in his arms, where she belonged.

Stone wrapped an arm around her waist, settling his palm on her belly. His other hand snagged in her hair and angled her head so he could capture her lips with his. As he kissed her, his hands skimmed her body, relishing the satin feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. She shivered, and goose bumps prickled the pads of his fingers.

Stone dragged his lips down her neck and suckled at the crease where her shoulder and neck met. He watched as he cupped a breast and pinched the nipple, rolling the peak between his fingers. In return, she lifted an arm and dragged her nails along his scalp.

“You feel like mine, Kella.” He licked her skin. “Better. You
taste
like
mine
.”

“Yes.” It was nothing more than a breathy sound, and he was pretty sure she had no idea what she’d agreed to, but he did and wouldn’t forget. “Stone,” she moaned, throwing her head back as his hand slid lower and skated home between her legs. She bucked against him when his digits stroked a light circular motion against her clitoris.

Sweet, sexy whimpers fell from her lungs as he flicked his fingers through her labia, coating him with the evidence of her desire. God she was wet. So fucking wet.

He lifted his sights from his hand between her thighs and looked at her. She watched him, her emerald eyes wide and trusting.

Stone needed to experience her climax now. He couldn’t wait any longer. Rising, he cradled her in his arms and three steps later, settled her on the bed. All flush and spread for him, she was his version of a goddess. Legs parted wide, the light causing the dew between her thighs to glisten. Such a pretty sight.

Soft and aroused.
Because of me
. Trusting him, watching him, waiting for him.

He felt like a superhero. Not because he’d defeated her resistance, but because she depended on him to teach her passion, to give her orgasms, something she’d never given to another man.

Stone leaned over her and drew her up the bed until her head rested on the pillows. Holding her eyes, he palmed her breast, circling the coiled peak with his thumb. She arched toward him as if drawn to his energy.

He lowered and laved the other nipple, taunting and teasing her with his teeth and drawing forth her cries. Kella’s hips rose up to rub against his abdomen, leaving the damp imprint of her heat on his shirt. Stone kissed the soft flesh of her belly, and breathed in the scent of her arousal as he palmed her thighs, pushing one leg toward her body. Her pussy blossomed for him, opening like the petals of a flower. Teasing her, he dragged his nose along the crease where her leg met her body, then dragged his tongue straight up her core, flicking the tip against her clitoris.

Kella cried out, her hands clenching the bedspread and her hips jerking toward his mouth. Stone drove his tongue into her and lapped at her juices, grinding his nose against her clit. She panted his name over and over like a litany. He drew away from her, to give her a moment to catch her breath while extending her pleasure. Her clitoris plumped for him, swelling from its protective hood. His wife had a gorgeous pussy.

Slowly he pressed a finger into her, and her walls clamped around him. She groaned at the penetration, and whimpered when he pulled out. He thrust two back into her. She gasped, her back bowing. Fuck, but she was tight.

She met his in and out motion, her hips rocking to meet the glide in, while her soft moans drenched the air. Light licks to her bud, and arousal coated his hand.

“Oh my—
Stone
. That’s nice.”

He bet she’d like this better. Flatting his tongue, he executed wide sweeping swirls all over her engorged clitoris. She practically levitated off the bed she arched so hard against him. Her fingers left the bedspread and channeled into his hair, her nails digging into his scalp, holding him to her.

The heavy panting set in, and the sweet whimpers emerging from her had his cock jerking, precum beading on his head, and throbbing like a motherfucker. He ached to drive deep inside her, but giving her this would be worth a lifetime of blue balls.

By her gasping, and the way she tensed and relaxed, he guessed she neared climax. He’d intentionally placed her head on the pillows so he could eat her pussy and watch her come.

A light lick, and she begged so pretty. “Don’t stop, please. It feels so good.”

He gave her a hard tonguing, and then withdrew, pausing to watch his fingers pump into her channel. She was so snug, he feared hurting her when he fucked her, so he scissored his fingers. He gave her several more hard strokes with his tongue before going back to watching his fingers a moment, adoring her groans of frustration. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. She trembled, repeating his name over and over again, soft and breathless.

Plunging his fingers into her with a little more force, he kissed her throbbing clit, looked up her body, and through the hair in his eyes he found her gaze locked on him. She threaded her fingers through the locks that’d fallen over his forehead and brushed them out of his face, giving him an unobstructed view of her.

“Come for me, sunshine,” he said with his lips against her clit.

Flattening his tongue once again, he conquered her clitoris while watching her. Her eyes darkened, her mouth went slack, and she crested with a startled cry, as if she hadn’t expected the sheer pleasure of the climax. She drenched him with her cream. He removed his digits, and buried his tongue in her cunt, growling at her sweet, tangy taste.

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G
ood God.
As Kella came down from the most marvelous occurrence of her life, she concentrated on the weight of her limbs and the warmth in her belly. A peacefulness she’d never experienced infused her.

No way heaven can compare
.

Nah, in heaven they sang hymns to God, while at the moment her body sang a chorus solely for Stone. He’d done a bang-up job of making her forget the promises she’d made to herself.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he left his perch from between her legs and rose over her, settling his weight atop her. Without any thought behind her movements, she secured a leg over his hip, her heel sliding over cloth, delighting in the composition of his body aligned with hers.

A novelty
.
I like him between my legs, his weight trapping me against the mattress. Odd.

“You’re still dressed.” What a stupid thing to say when he’d just delivered her into the stratosphere of the cosmos.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice raspy.

She opened her eyes as he buried his hands in her hair, locking her in place. Why didn’t the position make her feel trapped? Surprised by this, she welcomed the scrape of his tongue when he settled his mouth over hers, and encouraged a longer kiss by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her hand in his hair.

Funny, she’d spent almost a decade running from Stone’s domination, and she’d just willingly given herself over to him.

“That’s what I taste like?” She asked when he lifted his head to kiss her forehead.