Page 54 of Ly to Me (Devils of Alliston Springs #1)

“Let’s make this easy.” The backs of my knees hit the fold-out chair with my final step back.

I sat down, spreading my legs wide as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

“You have a choice to make. You can run through that door right now and leave all of this behind. I’ll even give you the money owed from our contract, along with extra for whatever car you want to get. ”

She lifted her chin. “Or?”

“Or,” I drawled as I leaned back and spread my legs wider. I palmed my cock over my jeans, stroking over the length, loving the way my wife’s eyes grew wide and hungry. “You can come get what’s yours.”

Lyra pushed her hands down her thighs, almost like she was going to stand.

To run through that door. But then, she gathered the ends of her dress and lifted it off her body, leaving her with nothing on.

A deep growl of approval rumbled in my chest as her hands slid back down her bare thighs, then continued over the floors.

Her back arched as she stayed on all-fours, pushing her breasts and ass up, showcasing the ring on her finger that glinted against the lighting above.

“I don’t want your money,” she said.

“Any of it?”

“Not a dime.”

“Looks like you need to come get what you want, then.” I smirked. “Crawl to your husband like the good fucking girl you are.”

“Tell me you love me and I’ll crawl for you, Carver.”

“I fucking love you,” I groaned as she inched closer on her hands and knees, my cock desperate as her nipples pebbled to fine points.

“Tell me you want me to stay,” she said low, her voice dripping with seduction, forcing a bead of precum to mark my jeans.

“God, I want you to stay. So damn bad.”

She placed her hands on my knees, her tongue darting out as she noticed the wet mark. “Tell me you’ll be a good boy and let me taste you.”

“Fuck.” I moaned and popped my button open, zipped down my fly, and pushed the material down my hips a little too eagerly, just enough to free my cock.

“I’m waiting,” she taunted, smirking up at me from between my trembling legs.

“I’ll be a good boy.” Her fingers wrapped around me, and with one firm stroke and a teasing flick of her tongue, I was done for. My head tipped back. “Fuck, baby. I’ll be so good for you. You can do anything you want to me.”

“Anything?” she asked, swirling her warm tongue around the head, the vibrations of her moan releasing more precum. My cock acted as if I hadn’t been buried deep inside her all night long. Like it would never tire of her. Like I would never tire of her.

Not now, and not fucking ever.

I let my head fall forward, and our eyes locked. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

She glanced back over her shoulder, then stood and sauntered over to the table my knife laid on. My cock became unreasonably hard as she took the hilt up with her delicate fingers and waltzed back to me.

“I love how you look with metal,” I praised.

Lyra made an agreeable sound as she settled herself on my lap, her legs flanking mine with a grace that didn’t match the severity of the blade inches from my chest. What she held could kill me.

That thrill sent a jolt down my spine right as her slit grazed the underside of my cock, spreading her arousal over the barbells as she adjusted herself.

If the knife wasn’t going to be the death of me today, my wife’s sweet cunt would be.

The tips of her fingers pricked the tip of the knife as her relaxed gaze roamed over my chest. I dipped my chin down, giving her the go-ahead to continue while my heart hammered excitedly beneath my ribs.

When she still didn’t move, I wrapped my hand around hers. “Anything,” I repeated, bringing the metal to my chest where she kept looking—

Right above my heart.

She shifted her hips, trying to align herself with the head of my cock, being careful not to knick me.

I reached down to cup her ass, and with a firm nod, she let me raise her.

A sharp breath escaped her lips as I let her fall back down, and I reveled in the breathy gasp as I filled her completely.

My teeth dug into my bottom lip and I whimpered while resisting the urge to pound into her.

It wasn’t the knife over my heart stopping me—it was her. I wanted to let her have complete control. Being dominant was in my nature. Giving anyone control was new and strange.

But how could I ever take that power away from her when she used it so well?

Lyra being dominant was insanely fucking hot.

The tip of the knife dug in a little more with just enough pressure to draw a bead of blood. She stared down at the drop, watching it fall as her pussy clenched around me. “Tell me you’re mine forever,” she demanded.

My lips inched closer until they were hovering above hers, the tips of our noses colliding. Every move she made I could feel, and every breath she drew was from my own. “I’m yours forever, Lyra Roland.”

The knife pressed in a little harder, drawing more blood.

She started to drag it over my skin in a rounded, upward motion, the burn doing nothing to ease how hard I wanted to fuck her.

“I want you to stay real still while I do this, and if you’re good like you promised you’d be, I’ll let you fuck me senseless against the wall. ”

My cock twitched inside her as my fingers dug into her ass. “What else will you let me do?”

She shifted her hips, making me groan. “Your chest moves too much when you talk, so stop talkin’.”

“Guess that means no deep breaths, then.”

“Correct, Mr. Roland.” The knife started slicing down, but I only knew that because I saw her hand moving that direction out of the corner of my eye. My full focus was set on her lips, the slight quirk in them as she worked while her pussy warmed my cock. “Doesn’t this hurt?”

“I like the pain. Makes me feel alive.” I tilted my head to the side. “Real glad you seem to like it, too.”

“And why is that?”

“Because the list of things I want to do to you is growing. And I’d really hate to hurt you in a way that caused actual pain instead of pleasure.

” I twirled some of her damp hair around my finger as she brought the knife up, curving it around like she’d done on the other side.

I smiled, finally realizing what she was carving into me.

“You like pain that much?”

“I wasn’t smilin’ from the pain, Ly.”

“Then what has you grinnin’ like an idiot?”

“You and the cute little heart you’re carving into me. I just can’t tell what you’re putting inside it.”

She shook her head and let out a soft giggle. “Why don’t you look?”

“I’d rather look at the faces you make while you cut into me. Makes me want to fuck you harder. Longer. Six ways to Sunday.”

Her cheeks flushed, the color creeping down her pretty little neck I wanted to squeeze my hand around. “I’m almost done, Car.”

“You know, you’re the only person who has ever called me that.” I caressed her cheek, dragging my thumb over the dip on her upper lip. “I love that you stuck to your guns and did it even when I told you not to.”

“You told me that already.”

“I’ve told you I love you already, too. Doesn’t mean I’m about to stop.”

She fought back a smile—the twitch on her lips all too-telling. “I didn’t plan on ever stopping. I’ll call you Car ’til the day I die, and you just have to live with it.”

“That’s fine with me, sweetheart. You’ll always be Ly to me.”

“And sweetheart,” she corrected, pulling the tip of the blade from my chest and running her fingers through the blood dotting my skin.

I snatched her wrist, then singled out a finger with blood on it and wiped it over her bottom lip, staining them red. Her lips parted as her fingers loosened, sending the knife clattering to the ground.

She whispered my name like the word had stolen the oxygen we both seemed short on.

Seeing my blood on her lips was intoxicating.

Electrifying. Her pussy tightened around my cock, snapping my senses.

I lunged forward, sealing my lips to hers.

My fingers dug into her ass, and as I stood and kicked the chair away, her legs wrapped around my waist.

Lyra moaned as I pushed her against the closest wall I could find. “Is this what you wanted?” I thrust into her with everything I had—my tongue, my cock, my body. I gave it all to her as hard and deep as my love for her burned.

Infinitely and without question.

Lyra Roland was my beginning, my middle, and my end. She was the very core of my existence, the bright light at the end of a dark tunnel, and the smell of sunshine in the air I breathed.

She was my everything.

“You’re a damn dream, sweetheart,” I growled, spearing my fingers through her hair, needing to be closer. I needed all of her. Wanted all of her in every way imaginable.

“Harder,” she ordered. “Fuck your wife harder .”

“I’ll break you.”

“Do it.” My grinning lips inched down her neck in unsteady motions while my hips rattled the walls.

If my wife wanted me to fuck her hard, she’d get just that.

I’d make her bleed, leave her pussy so sore that she couldn’t walk the next day.

We’d have to soak in a tub all over again, and I wouldn’t stop there, either.

I’d take everything she could give, and then some.

She was my everything, and I could only hope to be that for her. To give her the life she brought back to me.

Frames shook free from the walls, and glass shattered on the floor around my boots. Lyra’s heels dug into my back as I switched from holding her ass to holding her waist. With each thrust, I ground into her clit, pushing her closer to the edge.

“You were made to take me.” I dragged my teeth up the side of her neck, biting her jaw as it became unhinged with a scream.

“ Fuck , you were made just for me.” Her legs trembled around my sides, and as she spasmed more, I lifted a hand from her waist and squeezed her breast. Like a possessed man, I dropped my head, needing to suck on her nipple, to roll it between my teeth and tongue.