Page 199 of Lost Lyrebird

“I know,” I whisper.“I put him there.”

He studies my face and says, “Something about this makes you horny, doesn’t it?”

I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off.“Don’t lie.”

I sigh, deflating against the mattress.“Okay, fine.Yes, it’s… I don’t know.I love the power of it.Making him pay for what he did—to me, to the other girls—it’s… freeing.Like I’m conquering something.”

Finn’s lips part, his breath coming a little faster.His eyes flicker with something primal, and his hips thrust a few times against my pussy.“Well, when you put it that way…” He trails off, his grip tightening.

“See.”

He freezes.His grip tightens on my wrists.“Wait… did this happen with the landlord too?”

“Oh my god, Finn!”I struggle, and he lets me up.I slap both hands on his solid chest.“Are you seriously jealous right now?”

“I’m just asking because of the way you’re reacting.I’m wondering if this happened when you and Bodie were having your little medieval villain moment.”

“No, okay.That was different.That guy, I don’t know.It was different because I was with Bodie.He’s, like, friend material, not you.”

“Well, you can’t blame a guy for askin’.I just wanted to make sure.”

I shake my head incredulously.I grip both sides of his face.“Yes, I can.I can’t believe you were jealous.You don’t ever have to worry about that.I thought you knew that.”

He stares down at me, “For the most part, I do.”

“You don’t ever have to worry,” I whisper, my voice serious now.“It’s you, Finn.It.This feeling.It’s only something I feel when I’m with you.It always has been.”

“I’m older than you, Lil’.What about when I’m so old I need to use a cane because I have bad hips or some shit.”He’s playing now and being sarcastic, but I know the age difference has always been an issue.It was the reason it took him so long when we first met to even kiss me.So yeah, I catch on to the underlying concern he probably doesn’t even realize is there behind his words.

“Especially then,” I say, my lips brushing his.“I’ve got a thing for older men, remember?A big thing for one in particular.”

“That right?”

I peck his lips and latch on to the bottom one with my teeth before letting it go.

A loud thud echoes from the closet.We both look over and listen.For a few seconds, I revel in the sounds Veno’s making.

“You seemed pretty disappointed when it turned out Veno was such an easy grab.Admit it—you wanted to see me in that old lady costume.”

Finn’s laugh sends warmth flooding into my chest.He catches my jaw in his hand, tilting my head so his teeth can graze the sensitive spot just under my ear.“Nope,” he murmurs.“Definitely not that.Now, if you were to put on the pink skirt, corset, and those ridiculous shoes with the ribbons… I’d be… well, let’s just say, a man could be motivated to do a great many things if you were wearing those.”

“What kind of things?”

He pulls my legs up and forces them around his waist.“Bend you over the edge of the bed, for one.Spank this ass, another.”Without warning, he does just that.Swats said ass.

I wiggle to get free, but he holds me down.Pumps his hips repeatedly into me.It lights me up.

“I’d also remove the ribbons with my teeth and taste you from head to toe.”

“Is that right?”

He pinches my chin and takes my mouth.“And take your ass again, because I know how much you secretly love it when I do.”

I trail a fingernail down the side of his face.Grip his hair with my other hand, and use it to tilt his head down.I kiss him like my life depends on it.It’s a greedy, obsession-for-each-other-fueled kind of kiss.

When we come up for air, I ask, “What, pray tell, gave me away?”

He chuckles.“How about the way not one intelligible word could be spoken from these lips.”He rubs his thumb over my mouth.“It was all, uh-oh-ah-shhhh or some muffled cry into the pillow.Even the curse words you tried to say weren’t actual words you could finish.”