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Page 93 of House of Lies

I worry about it. What was he thinking, trying to wake me up in the middle of my nightmare? I’ve had them before, but never this intense. I used to have them all the time when Mattia used to abuse me, but I learned to live with them.

“Lie down. Please?”

“You’re beautiful when you’re worried about me.” He still finds time to compliment me and smirks while doing it. He’s wide awake, but his eyes are heavy with sleep, his dark hair a mess, and his body almost completely exposed, considering he went to sleep in nothing but boxers. “Are you all right?”

“Am I all right? I’m not the one who’s been punched.”

“No, something worse. You were having a nightmare.”

I’m not sure how I’m going to survive a week if he continues like this, let alone six months. No one has ever tried to protect me like he does. No one has ever been as concerned as he is. He’s a paradox. He was threatening me just the other day.

“I’m fine.”

“No more lies,” he reminds me.

“Lie down, will you?”

“Come here,” he says as he lies down, lifting his arm and inviting me closer.

“I’m sweaty.”

“I’m bloody. What’s your point?”

I slide under his arm, glancing at his nose as he removes the tissues. I wipe the blood from his chin.

“Here.” He hands me a tissue, but I don’t take it. Instead, I suck my thumb. It’s not much blood anyway, and I remember how he drank from my body when I squirted into his mouth. He sucked his cum out of me and spat it back into my mouth. A little blood on my tongue is nothing compared to what he’s done for me. To me.

“You’re going to get yourself into trouble, Caelia,” he warns me.

“Maybe I want to get myself into trouble.”

I must have left the shy part of myself back in New York. Or maybe this is just me playing the role of a loving wife.

“Undress.”

“Kaz—”

“Now, Caelia.” It’s pointless to fight him. I discard my clothes, kneeling in the middle of the bed, feeling more self-conscious than ever. He wipes the blood from his nose again, tossing the tissues to the ground. “Come here.”

“Here where?” I tease him, moving my gaze between his erection and his face. God, he’s beautiful.

“Come sit on my face. I’m not telling you again.”

I furrow my brows, about to ask him how I’m supposed to do that when he’s still bleeding, but I don’t have time. He grabs my waist, pulling me forward. This is really happening. He moves toward the middle of the bed, lowering his body. I swing my leg, unsure of what to do. I got his command, and I’m good at following instructions when they come from him, but I don’t want to hurt him any more than I already have.

“I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never done this before.”

“Good.” He smirks. “Another thing to add to the list of things you’ve never done with anyone else. The thought of another man’s hands on your body drives me fucking insane.”

I can’t tell if he means it or not. I lower myself, squeezing my eyes shut. There’s still some shame left in me, after all. Placing his hands on my pelvis, he pulls me down, forcing me to sit on his face. His mouth engulfs my pussy without warning. I stifle a moan.

“No, Caelia,” Kaz murmurs. “You’re going to scream for me so loud that even the pilot will hear you.” He licks my clit a second later.

I spread my legs farther away, touching the wall before me. He’s not giving me much of a choice as he devours me with his tongue like it’s the last thing he’ll ever taste. I feel every stroke of his tongue resonating through my body, setting me ablaze. I can’t make sense of his rhythm as he’s licking my pussy like he’s enjoying this more than I am. He flattens his tongue over my clit, barely sliding it. I’m writhing and whimpering, rolling my hips to grind against his mouth.

“That’s my girl. Your pussy is so wet and ready for me.” Kaz circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. I feel like I’m about to explode.

“Stop.”




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