Page 76 of HER SISTER

I gently guided the end of the strawberry across Mili's bottom lip, easily coating her soft lips in the white whipped cream.

"Cute," I whispered as I glanced up to meet her eyes that were pinned on me.

I hummed distastefully when she suddenly bit down on the strawberry, "I didn't tell you to bite it yet," I pointed out as I pulled part of the bitten strawberry away from her.

Mili raised a brow, "What do I get for misbehaving?" she raised a brow.

I hummed as a smirk grew on my lips, "Glad you asked," I said, suddenly sliding the strawberry that Mili had just bitten past my lips to hold in my mouth.

Mili's brows managed to raise even more when my fingers trailed up my exposed toned stomach, reaching for the hem of my cropped t-shirt.

But instead of pulling my shirt over my head, I reached back down toward my sweatpants, slowly pulling the material past my hips before it naturally pooled at my ankles—leaving me in a black lacy thong and my cropped tee.

My teeth bit down into the strawberry as I watched Mili lean back into the table behind her—watching me carefully as she sipped from her champagne flute.

And god did she look so unintentionally sexy sitting there with her legs spread, leaning back while her dark eyes remained pinned on me.

I suddenly reached for my phone, easily connecting to the Bluetooth speakers and playing sensual R&B music.

And as the soft music flowed into the large space, I grabbed another strawberry and the bottle of whipped cream.

I held the strawberry in front of me, carefully covering it in whipped cream.

A soft gasp fell from my lips when some of the whipped cream got on my lower stomach, easily causing Mili's dark eyes to dart down.

"Oops," I said, even if I actually meant to do it.

Mili hummed sharply when I sensually glided my hands down my stomach, slowly dipping my finger into the whipped cream that was strung across my stomach.

I hummed as soon as my fingers slid into my mouth, "Honestly, it's better by itself," I said, carefully gauging Mili's reaction.

And it was clear that my actions alone had frustrated her.

"I wouldn't know," Mili suddenly said, raising a brow as she took a brief sip of her champagne.

I tilted my head, "Oh yeah? You've never had whipped cream before?" I asked, allowing my voice to grow soft and innocent.

Mili smirked slightly, "Not at all," she said, and it was clear that she just wanted a taste.

And that's exactly what I was about to give her.

I hummed to myself, gliding my finger across the rest of the whipped cream on my stomach before sliding my fingers into my mouth again.

Which managed to frustrate Mili even further, clearly thinking she wasn't about to get her way.

But in a way, she was.

I suddenly walked over to her, spraying some of the whipped cream into my own mouth before leaning down to hers.

Mili didn't hesitate to lean her head back, giving me all the access that I wanted to her perfect lips.

I hummed as my lips grazed hers—before I inevitably leaned down even further to kiss her.

And as soon as my tongue slid past her soft lips, the sweet whipped cream invaded her mouth as well.

I suddenly pulled away when her hands gripped my hips.

Mili raised a sharp brow when I pulled out of her hold, "Touching is only for listeners," I specified with a small smirk as I backed away from her.

An amused expression grew on Mili's face, "Oh, I can listen," she assured me.

I tilted my head, "Can you?" I asked, innocently fluttering my lashes at her, which easily made Mili's jaw tighten with a clear restraint.

A soft sigh fell from my lips as I turned around to the counter, easily setting the whipped cream and half-bitten strawberry on the counter.

And within seconds I was walking back over to Mili with a clear diabolical agenda.

"Atiana," Mili's sharp voice overpowered the music as soon as I kneeled down between her spread legs.

"What?" I tilted my head at her innocently, "I needed you to pull my hair up for me," I said as I handed her the hair tie, "You're a good listener right?" I suddenly questioned with a raised brow.

Mili's jaw grew tighter as she leaned away from the table, easily taking the hair tie from my hand before gently pulling my hair up into a ponytail.

And I couldn't help but purposefully flutter my lashes at her—or trail my hands from her ankles up the sides of her legs.

"I swear to god the things I'm about to do to you, Atiana," Mili said through tight teeth as she finished tying my hair up.

I hummed, "If you can listen," I emphasized, suddenly rising back onto my feet.

And before she could say anything else, I was guiding my black underwear down—making sure to keep my actions slow and sensual.

Having the upper hand was much more fun than I ever imagined.

"What are you—"

Mili sucked in a tight breath as soon as I straddled one of her legs—and I knew that she could feel how wet I was, especially now that my wetness was spilling down onto her bare leg.

"Fuck, Atiana," Mili whispered under her breath as her hands twitched by her sides, practically aching to touch me.

I smirked as I trailed the tips of my fingers up her soft arms, "I need a favor," I murmured, holding her eyes carefully.

Mili reluctantly nodded, easily making my smirk grow.

"I need you to help me take my shirt off," I said, leaning into her before I whispered, "Can you do that for me beautiful?"

Mili closed her eyes for a brief moment, taking in another deep breath before she managed to open her eyes again.

"Lift up your arms," she said, her tone careful and lowered with restraint.

And I couldn't help but grow amused as I lifted my arms above my head, "Remember, no touching," I reminded her.

Mili hummed sharply, gently grabbing the hem of my cropped shirt before carefully pulling it over my head.

But what she didn't know was that I wasn't wearing a bra.

As soon as she glanced down to my chest, I swear I saw something flicker behind her dark eyes.

And I knew almost instantly, that I was officially playing with fire.

A sharp hum vibrated in Mili's throat, "If you aren't off my lap in the next five seconds, I'm taking you right here," she warned as her eyes remained glued to my chest.

And her words alone were enough to make me suddenly stand from her lap, easily taking a few steps back from her toward the counter.

I knew better than to call her bluff on something like that.

Her dark eyes burned into my bare skin, trailing every inch of her attention up my naked body as I reached for the bottle of champagne before bringing it to my lips.

It was oddly exhilarating being completely naked in her kitchen as I drank champagne with her eyes roaming all over my body.

"How badly do you want me right now, Milan?" I questioned, setting the bottle down on the counter as I turned my attention to her.

Mili didn't even hesitate to say, "So. Fucking. Badly."

And it was clear by the way she separated her words and the sexual frustration coating her beautiful face that I had pushed her far.

But I wanted to go farther.

"Yeah?" I questioned innocently, "Beg for me then," I said, lowering my voice as I carefully looked into her eyes.

Mili didn't hesitate to stand from her seated position, easily causing me to hold up a hand.

"Not like that," I said, halting her actions as I motioned to the floor, "Get on your knees and beg," I instructed her.

Mili's jaw ticked with even more tightness as she took a few steps to stand directly in front of me.

And I couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction as I took in the sight of her suddenly kneeling down before me—holding my eyes carefully as she looked up at me.

My satisfied smirk grew when she gently grabbed one of my ankles to rest on her shoulder, easily forcing me to lean back into the counter behind me for support.

"Please, Atiana..." Mili trailed off, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my ankle as her dark eyes held mine, "Can I touch your beautiful body?" she murmured, allowing her lips to graze my skin and her dark stare to flicker between my heavy eyes.

I bit down on my bottom lip—so hard I thought it might draw blood.

I swearshe's the most attractive person that I've ever laid eyes on.

I gently guided her closer to me using my ankle that was draped over her shoulder, "Yes, you may," I said in a lowered tone, easily causing Mili's soft lips to twitch up into a satisfied smirk.

And I knew as soon as those words left my lips that Mili would inevitably have the upper hand again.