Page 74 of Lost Lyrebird

Iridescent pasties cover her nipples.Her breasts, heavy and free now, are a feast for the eyes.A sight this motherfucker has no right to.

The bark of words is loud enough to be heard over the music.“That’s enough!Show’s over.”

They both startle at the sharp bite in my words.It’s rude and unprofessional, but I couldn’t give a fuck.

“You.”I point at him.“Get the fuck out.”

Lily does something I don’t expect.She rises and smiles knowingly.She turns her head slightly, maybe trying to hide it from me, but I see it plain as fucking day and read her like a book.

Ohhhh-hooo…this fucking woman.That hint of a wicked smile right there at the corner of her lips.

Holy fuck.

She did this on purpose.

That knowledge heightens my instincts to the point that when the suit walks toward me, I step into his path and block his exit.Because I’m not the club owner anymore.What’s riding me, the fucking beast stretching under my skin, is breathing smoke and pushing aggression and anger to the surface.In my head, I’m smashing this asshole’s face against the goddamn wall, breaking his nose in the process, and pinning his arm behind him until his blessed bones break.

The suit must finally catch on to the present danger because a flicker of fear flashes over his features.He mumbles a thank-you to Lily and then dashes quickly around me.

I meet his gaze the entire time, silently telling him:Don’t come back.

Lily plops onto the couch and relaxes.She doesn’t get dressed.No, she lazily twirls the ends of her hair while biting her bottom lip.She’s the vision of a babydoll vixen, and she’s staring right back at me, while scissoring her legs, rubbing them against each other as if to fight off the ache between her thighs.Only, she doesn’t stop there.She lets her hand rest across her panty line and teases the top edge.

When I arch my eyebrow, she very deliberately plants her feet on the floor and spreads her thighs.Acome-hitherdare if I ever saw one.It’s naughty, dirty, and a seductive move done with sultry grace, and yeah, it draws me right the fuck in.

Her other hand trails down her chest.Those deft fingers play with her belly button.She’s fiddling with a tiny diamond piercing.It’s so small, I missed it until now.

It’s slightly disturbing—her power over me, how she can level me with a look, cut to the heart of me, reel me in, and peel back layers of control to expose what’s raw, hungry, and wanting underneath.The man I become in moments like this, the one who acts on impulse alone, is fuckinguntetheredand dangerous.And he takes over completely when she goes one step further and lets her fingers play with her clit over her panties.

Her head tilts back, and those gorgeous blue eyes damn me—because I come fucking undone.

This isn’t lust.It goesbeyond.

She hasn’t simply dragged me out of the numbness, the dark space inside my mind that I’ve been buried in for too long, she’s woken me the fuck up.Has driven me fucking crazy with hunger.Has made me an obsessive, possessive motherfucker who craves any small piece of her she’s willing to give.She’s making mefeelagain with a fever I didn’t even know existed.

I’d all but given up on there being anus.But by the way she’s looking at me now?I was dead fucking wrong.She’s not out of reach.She’s just been waiting for me to be man enough to act on my feelings.Why else would she have orchestrated this moment, fuckingengineeredit to get a rise out of me?

Well, here I am, little minx.Here.I.Fucking.Am.

My logic’s gone.Control?Out the window.All that’s left is a feral man on the brink of madness, completely unsound, but if that’s what she wants, then that’s what she gets.

My stride eventually puts me toe to toe with her.Those fingers of hers continue to work and leave behind a damp spot.My knees damn near buckle at the sight.

Fuck.I need her taste on my tongue.

The moan… thefucking moanshe releases has my cock jerking in response.

It’s a distress signal if I ever heard one.

To the man in me—the starving bastard who needs to help others to feel whole—it’s a call to action.

I take a step forward, and she instantly raises a foot, pressing it against my stomach, stopping me in my tracks.She tilts her head to the side and gives me an impish smirk.

I glare down at her foot and chuckle.Does she really think that’ll stop me?

I latch my hand around her calf, giving it a warning squeeze, which has her raising an eyebrow in challenge.Ohh…she wants to play some more, huh?

Fine.Let’s play.