Page 29 of Seven Graves

“Careful, Viper…you’re speaking my love language.

” She crossed one bare leg over the other, her knee-high, lace-up boots dangling over the floor.

She doesn’t know it, but that’s another one of her tells.

And it means I’m absolutely right. She’s turned on.

And she’s not that pissed that I’m in here.

She also talks a big game, but the last thing she wants me to do is leave.

I paused a few inches away from her knees and smiled at her.

“You wouldn’t know love if it stabbed you in the dick, Malek.”

If she only knew how hard that just made me. Fuck.

Flashbacks of her, holding a serrated, Michael Myers special near my cock, started flooding my dirty mind.

Hands still in my pockets, I leaned in closer, relishing in the way her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip.

I’m about to do the same thing to it. “Think so? You really hate me that much, Nathair Bheag? ” I raised a hand and brushed the tip of my finger across her lip, causing her to release it.

I could feel her breath getting a little quicker as it warmed the back of my hand.

I silently prayed she’d snap those teeth again, but her focus was on my eyes.

“I don’t hate you. I don’t particularly like you, but…”

My fingertip trailed down the middle of her chin and down the column of her neck, until I made it to the first button on her collar without being stopped, swatted at, or cussed out.

“See, I think you’re bluffing, Seven Grey.

I think deep down, you love this. You can say what you like, but your body says somethin’ completely different. ”

“Wrong,” she breathed. But…there’s my finger…still sitting on that first button. I leaned the rest of the way forward, my belt pressed against her knee while my lip ring ghosted over the shell of her ear.

“Then open up your legs, pet…and prove me a liar.”

I felt the cold latex from her glove wrap around my throat, pulling my head back, and I swear, I nearly blew my load right then and there.

Her eyes are filled with something between dark rage and the hottest lust you’ve ever seen.

I’m not sure which one of us moved first, but her mouth crashed into mine, and as soon as I tasted the tongue she slipped into my mouth, I was a ruined fucking man.

Her hand slid from my throat to my hair, and she gripped it like a vice while my other hand finally left my pocket and helped to start popping those buttons on her shirt open, one by one.

That lying little mouth tore over mine, our ragged breathing killing the silence of death all around us, and I smiled when her shirt was finally open.

My palm flattened on her knee, and I dug my fingertips into her skin, moving one leg off the other until they were both against my hips.

“That’s a good lass,” I whispered, hissing a bit when she tugged my lip ring with her teeth.

“Fuck…” I dove back into her mouth, sliding both hands up her thighs until I found what I was looking for, and hooked my fingers into the sides of her lacy black thong, jerking them apart until they ripped soundly off of her.

The little cry that left her throat…I swallowed it.

I’m curious to see what she does now. My left hand gripped her hip, while my right hand satisfied my curiosity… and every suspicion I had about her.

Beautiful. Fucking. Liar.

She’s dripping. And just about came off the table when I slipped a fingertip through her slick little pussy. She went straight for my belt, and I had to leave my new happy place to grab her wrists. That’s fine. I’ll be back.

“Ah, ah, ah…”

Her head reared back, and she looked ready to actually stab me in the dick. “What the fu—”

“It’s not about me today, baby…if you won’t lemme play with your sharp objects, then lie back and lemme play with my favorite toy.

” She breathed harshly and I pulled her wrists up to her chest, devouring that mouth again while I led her down to lay flat against the table.

I hung off of her lip, biting down on it before I let go of her hands and tasted my way over her jawline…

down her neck…opening her shirt wider while my hands moved down her sides.

“ Malek …I—I’m—”

“Fuckin’ perfect…” I made my way down her body, nipping and admiring every tattooed inch of her skin until I saw what was inked across her waistline…

and then I think I choked. A black four-leaf clover on each hip bone…

‘ Lucky You’ in a sexy font right in between them.

Her hands were back in my hair as I looked up, smiling so viciously I thought I might go up in flames.

The damaged little fucker was made for me.

“Not a fucking word,” she snapped, knowing exactly the reason I stopped.

Knowing that one of the first things she probably noticed about me when we first met has been on her mind since that night and reminding her why we’re nothing short of perfect for each other every single time she looks at me. Lucky me, indeed.

I pushed her skirt up, slowly, and took a knee, fitting each one of her thighs over my shoulders until that pretty cunt was all I could see. And fuck , was it lovely.

“Aingeal dorcha foirfe…”

The pain of how tight she had my hair in her tiny fists only fueled everything in me.

My breath skated over her swollen clit, right before I lapped over it with the width of my tongue and she jerked, already shaking before I went back to get the taste of her all over me.

My forearms and my hands curled around her thighs, and I know I’m gripping her hard enough to leave bruises she’ll be looking at for a few days, spreading her as wide as she’d go and shoving my tongue inside her.

My Little Viper tastes like the sins of hell and the glory of heaven, trapped and shaken up in a bottle.

It’s one I hope to drink from until the day I stop fucking breathing.

I can tell she’s doing her best to keep quiet.

I don’t want her to. I wanna hear her scream for me until the mere thought of my name makes her pray to God.

Every time I start writing it on her throbbing pussy with the tip of my tongue, she makes a noise that’s making my cock test the strength of my zipper.

She’s gonna love what I have waiting for her in a few more seconds, but before I test the water…

That sharp gasp for air was almost as sexy as the way her back bowed off the table when I sucked that plump clit into my mouth, biting down on her bare mound of flesh just above it…

hard enough to leave the evidence. I rolled my tongue and slid two fingers into her, hooking them in a spot that earned me one of the most unhinged, raspy moans I’ve ever heard come out of a woman’s throat.

I need to know what it feels like on every inch of my aching cock, but that’ll have to wait.

Today’s about her, and the fit she likes to throw, pretending she doesn’t think about this as many times a day as I do.

She will after it. I’ll make sure of that.

One of her hands left the thick of my hair, slamming onto the edge of the table and gripping it hard when I started easing my fingers in and out of her. I bit down harder. Her head rolled to the side and her perfect tits heaved up and down under black lace and tattoos when she tried to speak.

“ Ahhhhlexa …s-start playlist.”

I smiled against her, picking up the pace when another voice started whispering about bodies hitting floors.

I know this one. And I know what she’s up to.

I added another finger, pumping them in and out and trying not to think about how gloriously tight she is around ‘em. It’s killing me not to rip my jeans down and fuck her into oblivion.

I need this chance to redeem myself and show her how patient I really am.

My tongue flicked relentlessly on that sweet pussy until I felt her start to tremble…

and then I brought our friend out. She whined over the music, completely undone when I eased my fingers out, replacing them with the tip of the Girthmaster.

Seven snapped up as I ran the head from her dripping hole to her assaulted clit. I came up for air just to watch the look on her face as soon as she realized it wasn’t me that was about to fuck her. I could barely hear her over the music.

“Where the fuck did that come from?”

I licked my lips, smiling, and stood, locking eyes with her while I slid her backwards and slammed the dildo, balls down, onto the metal table.

I told her I’d slept in the Nova the other night, and I did.

What I didn’t tell her was that I had Declan help me with more than the information.

He managed to get a few things out of my room for me, this being one of those more important items. We met halfway, and if she hasn’t figured out by now that I do a lot of planning…

this might convince her. She glanced down at the cock and then at me.

“Ride it for me.”

Cute…she’s pretending she can’t understand me.

I’ll be more clear. I slapped my palms against both sides of her thighs and she yelped as I raised her and jerked her towards it until it was practically dividing her cunt…

then I leaned over and spit on it. Point taken.

She raised up onto her knees, holding onto my shoulders while she lined it up, and I could have easily shot cum through my pants when she smirked and held my gaze before lowering herself onto it.

Fucking amazing woman.

I watched her, raising her skirt and holding it while she slipped up and down on that piece, until it filled her up…

and then she shocked me . I was so caught up in the idea of every letter of my name being felt from her insides as it disappeared into her perfect pussy…

in and out…in and out; I almost startled when she grabbed a fistful of my hair and gripped the bottom of my chin, forcing me to look up at her.

Fuck, yes . My fingers sank deeper into her skin where I held her skirt and I helped her move her hips in circles while she did exactly as she was told.

She’s using this as an opportunity to tease me, and I fucking love it.

Her lower body tensed and tightened, finding all the right spots, and our foreheads pressed together.

She fucked the life out of it, eyes on me the entire time.

“Show me how much you hate it, Seven Grey…”

I was close enough that the sounds of her high-pitched moans and how fast and hard she was riding the table, set me the fuck off, and I slung a hand up behind her head, grabbing whatever I could and jerking her head back right before she came.

It’s mine. And she’s about to get hers. I lifted her off the Girthmaster, slamming her back down to the table and dropping to my knees to finish her off and— Goddamn, it’s perfect .

I’m taking every drop. Both her legs are shaking around my face, and I can’t swallow her down fast enough.

My nuts went tight, and I reached down to release the kracken, because fuck if I’m about to waste this load on my shittiest pair of jeans. I’ve got a better place for it.

I stood, gripping my cock, and spread her legs wide while we both watched me cover her in thick spurts of cum.

The sound that came out of me was guttural and raw.

Nothing prepared me for the sheer confidence she radiated when she snapped a glove off, reaching down and eyeing me while she swiped her middle finger through it, gathering a decent amount, and sticking it up at me before slipping it into her mouth. A wicked smile crept across my face.

“Oh, you’re real fuckin’ adorable, Viper.”

“What’s that? Can’t hear you.”

I tucked myself back into my jeans and braced both hands on the table, leaning over her messy cunt and keeping my eyes fixed on hers.

She wants audacity? I’ll give her whatever she wants.

I kept my smile, sliding my tongue through her slit and tasting us both.

She dropped her mouth open…perfect gesture.

I held my tongue out and pinned her back down on the table, shoving that shit into her mouth.

She laughed under her breath, taking every bit of it like a dirty little savage, and put both hands on each side of my face, kissing me back.

“Have a good day at work… baby .”

I pushed off, reaching over to grab the pair of knickers I ripped off of her and she sat up, gaping at me. “Give those back.”

“Not a chance. Don’t be hateful, either. It was your idea.”

“What?!”

I shoved them into my pocket and started buckling my belt while she pulled her skirt down and slid off the table. “The night I tried to give you a gift…you were the one that said something about taking your panties home. I’d say I earned these.”

“I need those, Malek.”

I spotted a spool of thread of some sort on a small cart and pointed at it. “What ya gonna do? Sew ‘em back together with whatever that is?” She crossed her arms over her exposed chest and smiled.

“That’s for sewing a mouth shut. Actually, you should stay a while. Might be useful.”

I cringed a little, but gave it right back to her.

“Oh, but how would I manage to make you pop off like Old Faithful?”

She nearly ran over poor Mrs. Porter to get to me, slapping anywhere she could while I giggled like a twelve-year-old girl all the way to the stairwell.

“How are you gonna get outta here unseen?”

I lingered on the bottom step and shrugged. “Same way I came.”

“Which was? ”

“All over your lovely twat.”

She whisper-shouted my name as I bolted up the stairs. I did, however, manage to sneak out without anybody noticing me. I smiled my way across the street, checking my watch and waving at Desiree as she started unlocking the door to the cafe.

“Hey you! I don’t open for another little bit, but I can certainly make you a milkshake.”

Who says Mondays are bad?