Page 87 of Illicit Games

“I wanted us to have options.”

“In case we had a storm and got stranded here like couples in the movies? Never thought you’d be such a romantic at heart, Mr. Singhania.”

I simply do the things she enjoys. If that makes me a romantic at heart, maybe I am.

Adding hot water to the mixture of cocoa powder, sugar, and a pinch of salt, I stir it on a medium heat. Over my shoulder, I ask her, “Do you want toppings, baby? I think I saw whipped cream and chocolate chips.”

“Found them!” In an excited voice, she says, “Oh! Strawberries.”

Reducing the heat, I add milk and grab our mugs.

“No Nutella,” Iris mumbles dejectedly.

“Do you need it with hot cocoa?”

“No. With strawberries. It’s a kickass combo and so delicious.”

I hear her wash them in the sink before walking to the counter. Turning the stove off, I join her. Hefting her onto it, I step between her thighs. “I can think of a better combo.”

Her eyes perk up. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” I drag my lips along her jaw, her throat, to her collarbone, her flesh riddled with goosebumps. Taking one strawberry from the carton, I fix my gaze on her curious face and reach between her thighs. I dip the fruit in her slit, wetting it in her juices.

Her eyes go huge, a blush traveling to her cheekbones before her mouth forms a wide O in shock. Her thighs clamp together, trapping my wrist as I push the strawberry inside her before raising it to my mouth.

Ocean blue irises flick to my lips as I bite down and eat half of it. Winking, I say, “Fucking scrumptious.”

She swallows, speechless.

I bring the half-eaten strawberry to her lips. “Taste.”

I make her finish it off, watching her turn the same shade as the berry. Grasping her chin, I kiss her hard and deep. “Good girl.”

Turning around, I grab the steaming hot mugs and place them on her right, which finally breaks her out of the haze I put her in.

“Did you… just do that?” she croaks, her fingers curled around the edge of the island.

I resume the same position and cage her in. “If you thought it was a dream, I can do it again.”

My lips tug up when she doesn’t deny me and drops her gaze to my chest. I push aside the threadbare comforter, exposing her to me. Her stomach clenches in excitement when I pick up another strawberry. Before I can even utter my command, she spreads her thighs.

“You’re such a pretty little girl to corrupt.” I glide the strawberry between her soaked folds, tracing it up and down. “Do you want it inside your pussy?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Maybe I should’ve fucked you hard if you’re so eager to have another thing inside you so soon.” I rub around her opening before sliding the narrow part inside. Her walls try to suck it in completely. I stop once it’s halfway in. “Look down.”

She stares at the lewd sight.

With the tip of my thumb, I give her a bit more.

“Kian,” she exhales.

“Push it out.”

“What?”

“Squeeze your cunt until it pops out or else I’ll let it rest there until I’m ready to fuck you again.”