Page 32 of Unlawful Lies
“I want a straight answer.” Frustration laces my voice.
He kisses it away and his lips taste like desperation. He certainly doesn’t taste like an enemy right now. He tastes like a man. Hatred is our foreplay. “Answers are the one thing I can’t give you,” he murmurs against my lips.
I push hard against his chest, but Edward is immovable.
I hate him.
Except I don’t, not really. It isn’t the black, putrefied distaste driving me. Inside of me is an amalgam of grief and confusion. About everything except Edward.
Nicola
He backs me against the couch cushions, his steady fingers going to work on the buttons of my blouse.
The pain from the cuff disappears in a wave of warmth when he pries open the sides of my shirt and buries his head between my breasts. Stubble scrapes against my overly sensitized skin.
I reach down to push him away, only for Edward to grab my wrists in one of his massive hands and hold my arms above my head.
“What are you doing?”
He looks up at me only to growl. “Shut up.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up!” I try to sit up, but he forces me down, his strength much more than my own.
His hands are adept. He’s got the button and zipper of my high-waisted trousers undone and drags the material down in the next beat. I catch my breath at the bite of cool air.
“Move, and I'll punish you,” he warns before releasing my hands.
I bolt upright immediately. He yanks my pants down to my ankles and tosses them aside, panties too. Then grabs me around the neck to keep me down.
“I said not to move.”
“I don’t listen to you!” Except I’m naked from the waist down, and he still has all of his clothes.
He smirks, the prick. Smirks and then pushes my legs aside, his hand on my neck squeezing just hard enough to catch the air in my lungs. “No one has ever licked you, have they, little fox?”
His head is between my thighs, with his mouth on my most sensitive part. His tongue thrusts inside of me before circling on my core, teasing me, probing where it doesn’t belong. Only…it does. It feels?—
“Your pussy is incredible,” he mutters. The same voice from my dreams. “You taste so good.”
His gaze lifts to meet mine above the curve of my pubis, and I tense beneath him. If I ask him to stop, will he? Do I want him to stop?
A soft moan makes its way past my parted lips. He laps at every part of me until my thighs tremble, and I’m gripping the cushion and the edge of the couch to keep from shaking.
“The things you’re doing to me…”
“Do you still hate me?” he asks against me.
He traces around my clit with his tongue before putting pressure directly on the bud, and I yelp. How am I fine with this? How am I not fighting him?
His tongue works me, diving into my core, and every lap brings me closer and closer to an edge I didn’t understand. My leg and arm muscles tense and quiver, vibrating through him. I’m teething on the edge?—
“Oh, trust me, little fox.” Edward chuckles as my thighs clamp around his head. “You’re going to come.”
“Fuck you, Eddie,” I say a second time.
“I plan on it.” He releases my neck to grab my hips and hold me there while he eats me out. The anger in my system mingles with pleasure, filling me with every lick.
My moans grow, and I grab onto his hair and tug away to keep him from whatever it is he’s doing. He sucks down on my clit until my sounds shift into a scream.