Page 118 of Ly to Me

She glanced down at the floor, lips parted.

“Now, sweetheart.”

Her knees made a soft thudding sound as they hit the floor in unison. She eyed the strain in my jeans and licked her lips. “So obedient,” I praised as her fingers twitched in her lap. The moment she reached for my belt, I took two more steps back.

Her hands fell back to her lap as confusion took over her soft features.

“Do you remember asking me about a ring, Mrs. Roland?” I took another step back as her gaze fell to that ring on her finger. A gentle shake of her head confirmed she hadn’t remembered enough of that night.

“I slipped that ring on your finger after you fell asleep in my arms. After an hour of holding you while you slept off the alcohol you felt you had to consume to not think about me like I’ve been thinking about you.” Her eyes followed my boots as I took another step back. “Do you know why I didn’t leave it on your finger where it has always belonged?”

Her thumb smoothed over the stones while her shoulders curved in. “I think so.”

“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. LikeIwould 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.