Page 10 of A Love So Deadly (Kissed by Darkness #1)

Chapter

Nine

Elliot

H and to mouth, I collapse to the file room’s floor.I’m shaking, everything burning with latent desire that should be satiated but isn’t quite. Because…I want more.

Then it hits, what I did.

“Fuck, Elliot.”

I just blew him? For a moment I can’t quite remember if I did it or dreamed it, but I touch my throat, then my mouth. I can feel him in my throat, feel him stretching my lips, filling me, coming…

He tasted good. Like sin.

I reach down to fix my panties. The wetness of my arousal coats my fingers as I do. And my pussy is…used. I can feel him in there, too. Stretching me, thrusting in me, toying with my clit, making waves of orgasmic bliss pass over me and rock me down to my core.

He fingered me. Kissed me. Grabbed my hair and finger fucked me, rough and deliciously.

And then I took it on myself to suck him off.

Even now, the thought, the memory makes me get wetter, makes me start to throb again.

What…? Why am I down here again?

To find something about Kayla. To snoop. To… Lucy. I called him Lucy.

It’s funny enough that I slip out of the haze slightly. I’m in the basement. He found me…

Things start to slip again, but I latch on. His mouth on mine, his cock thrusting, stretching my throat, making me gag as I try to get him as deep as I could… My fingers whisper up my dress to find it’s wet from mid-chest up… Chin, too.

Rubbing off the wetness, I try to get up, but I can’t. All I can do is feel where he’s been, where he’s touched. And like a brand, all those places burn in a darkly delicious way.

Oh, my, did he taste good. And his kisses…

Fuck, the man’s hot. That one’s a no brainer. But he’s wrong, I know that. Beautiful, wrong, powerful. Wrong. My boss. And what the fuck was the whole thing about offering to make me forget?

No, it wasn’t just an offer. There’s the haze in my head, muddling the memories.

He’s wrong.

This place is wrong.

Honestly, I don’t know if I should run or call the cops or what.

I start laughing. And tell them what? The cops aren’t going to help. They think I’m crazy as it is. Hell, I’m beginning to think I’m crazy.

I should probably run. If I stay, eventually… I can’t shake the thought that eventually it would kill me.

Thing is, I have to stay. For Kayla.

I try to push up but sink down, a puddle of boneless mess on the cold floor. For a moment I sit on my ass, just trying to breathe. The taste of him, the silk of him, that dark sin of his mouth.

Kayla would tell me to get the fuck out.

I don’t move.

I’m not giving up. I don’t like unanswered questions. I hate mysteries. I’ll walk naked into a snowstorm just to see if it’s as bad as they say. Okay, maybe not that, but…you get the idea.

I’m going to find out what’s going on.

I force myself to focus on the cold floor and the burn within me.

What did he say to me? He mentioned Kayla. Lucian mentioned her. He admitted he knows about Kayla, all the while sliding out of blame.

There’s more to it. He must know more than he’s telling me.

The answers I need won’t be down here, hidden away in a file.They’ll be inside him, or close to him.And the only way I’m going to get what I need is to hit it all straight on. Play him.

Yeah… I’ll play the attraction, dance the line. Anything to avenge my friend and bring him down.

“Cinderella,” I mutter, pushing up on shaky legs. “Looks like you’re going to a ball.”