Page 101 of Serenity
“No,” she answered, putting my fears and fluttery chest to rest. “No. I know you’d never.”
The fully open three-car garage housed two vehicles. A Porsche and a Bentley I’d long since stopped using. Having a driver allowed me time to multitask while commuting. It was a symptom of being a workaholic. Stalking toward the empty side, I grabbed a steel trash can in the corner. Creaks and groans filled the air as I slid it out of the garage and into the driveway.
Dumping the box of tapes inside the trash bin, I ambled toward the garage again, returning with a bottle of lighter fluid. Dousing the interior of the trash, I hunted through my pockets and located a torch lighter—one of many I used for my cigars.
“Duke.”
Before further words could form, the trash can was on fire. I watched as the collection of lewd memories with other women burned to a crisp. It brought my loyalty into question alongside my character. To know those questions danced at the forefront of Serenity’s pretty head was fucking suffocating. The box of tapes was something that should have been discarded long ago. With the task underway, I just hoped it would now suffice.
I set my sights on Bee, boring into her soul. Boring deep. Silently, pleading. Hoping she’d notice the fire in me. The fire dancing in my eyes. The passion. It was the same look I gave when I was drowning inside her body. It was the same look when I first told her I loved her.
“I wasn’t keeping anything from you. The tapes were placed in the closet when I moved into the penthouse and were long forgotten. And now you can rest assured they’ll forever remain that way because…”
I motioned to the burning can.
“I don’t hold any qualms with proving myself to you, Serenity.” She’d stepped several feet away from the fire and even further away from me. Tugging her shirt, I pulled her closer. “I just hope if and when the time comes, you’ll do the same for me.”
All night.
Over and over, the disarming sensation of pleasure coursed through me as I slid in and out of her creaminess. Savored her peachiness dipped in fucking cream. A symphony in motion, I played my favorite tune.
All night.
“I’m cumming.”
All night.
“Cum on this dick like it’s yours. Cum with me, Bee.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
With every stroke, I tapped her G-spot. With every deep stroke, I hit her cervix.
A single leg hiked over my shoulder as I drilled into her from the side. Vulgarities fought to be freed from her lips as I fucked her from behind. Reverse cowgirl, she rode me out of my fucking mind. Tie covering her eyes, I drilled her while blind. Tie restraining her wrists, I fucked her in a bind.
I’d had her all night.
Between naps, showers, my lips feasting on her flower, her ambition to suck me and our devour, and chugs of water, we fucked. I couldn’t unburrow myself from that pussy if I tried. In the morning, I was glued right beside her. Behind her.
“Baby.”
Shifting in the bed, she gave me her full attention.
“There’s one more thing you should know.”
It was early. Earlier than the crows rose. The sun hadn’t even risen, but there was something else. Something other than dozens of sex tapes with women of my past. One more thing.
“What is it now, Duke?” She probed, wiping sleep from her eyes.
“Mya tried to extort me.”
Over a month ago, I received the threatening text from Mya. Recalling the day in vivid detail caused my anger to swell.
“She threatened to blackmail me with the videos I sent.”
Wildly, Serenity’s lids fluttered as her brows threatened to connect. The hum of the ceiling fan overhead, paired with the faint noise of the icemaker, broke our silence. Her frown deepened. Tension filled her body, stiffening her posture.
I waited.