Page 74 of His Deadly Devotion

“We do actually, because I’m going to burst if you don’t make me come.” I also read that sex can be helpful for headaches, and I’m prepared to do anything to get rid of these headaches. Not that sex with Connor is a hardship.

“Okay, but we are not fucking. We’re going to make love,” he says, standing with me in his arms. He spins around and gently lowers me onto the bed.

“I don’t care what you do to me. Just… I need to feel good the way only you make me feel good, Connor.”

His eyes burn with lust. I know my body is still sporting different shades of purple and yellow, but Connor has never looked at me like I’m anything but his next meal. His hands lift the hem of my dress, and then he’s sliding my panties down my thighs.

“Spread your legs for me. I want to see that pretty little cunt that’s mine,” he growls, dropping to his knees by the edge of the bed.

Wetness coats my inner thighs. I think I need this more than I realized.

I lift my legs and butterfly them open on the mattress. A second later, Connor’s mouth is on me. There’s no teasing, no buildup. He just goes straight for the kill. His tongue slides through my wet folds.

“Fuck, it’s like getting your favorite meal after years of not having it,” he murmurs before his mouth latches on to my clit and he sucks.

“Oh god, Connor, don’t stop.” My hands comb through his hair, holding his head in place.

He pushes two fingers into my opening. My pussy clenches, sucking them in and not wanting to let go. My entire body tenses as pleasure rolls through me.

“Shit.” I bite down on my bottom lip. My hips buck upwards as I rub my pussy harder against Connor’s mouth. I’m so close. That release I so desperately need is right there.

Connor’s fingers dig into my flesh. My eyes close, and darkness takes over. My heart races, and I have to force myself to blink my lashes open. I look down at Connor, who is staring back up at me. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he curls the fingers that are pumping in and out of me, reaching that little hidden spot while sucking harder on my clit.

My vision blurs as I explode with pleasure.

35

Ilook across at Aurora. She never ceases to take my breath away. Right now, though, dressed in a long red ballgown, her hair twisted on her head in some fancy thing she calls an updo, that fucking red lipstick that I can’t stop thinking about having her rub off on my cock, her eyes covered by a red lace mask… She looks like the queen she is.

“You look fucking stunning,” I tell her.

“So you’ve said, about ten times already.” She smiles at me. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

The car turns onto Essex Street. We’re just a few blocks away from the venue. I wasn’t going to come. I haven’t been able to draw out the weasels my father had high up on the food chain. I have, however, managed to replace all of them with men who are loyal to me. Which is why I’m bringing my wife to this gala.

It was Aurora’s idea to make a public appearance and hopefully coax them out of hiding. I don’t like the thought of having her out in public, where anyone can attack. It is a good idea, though. Besides, there was no way in hell I was going to leave the house without her.

“You ready?” I ask her.

“I am.” She nods.

“There’s something missing,” I say as I look her up and down. My glare landing on the tattered ring on her finger. I often catch her playing with the rolled palm leaf without realizing she’s doing it.

“What?” Aurora twists around to peer at her dress. “I have so much fabric on me, Connor. Don’t you dare say this is too revealing!”

“It is, but that’s not what’s missing.” She’s right. The dress does cover her. It also hugs her like a second skin. I’m actually keen to take it off and find out just where she’s hiding the weapons I know she’s carrying on her.

“What is missing then?” Aurora asks me.

I reach into my pocket, pull out the little pink box, and open it. “This,” I say, holding up the ring I had custom made for her.

Aurora’s eyes widen. “Connor!” she squeals. “What? How?”

“I had it made. I told you I’d get a diamond worthy of you.” I pluck the band from the box, and as I go to remove the palm leaf from her finger, Aurora stops me.

“Don’t you dare take that off,” she says.

“It’s a leaf,” I remind her.