Page 23 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats (Till Death Do Us Part #1)

Chapter Twenty

Atticus

We’ve been home a week, going about our days like we’ve been doing it for years. We wake up, fuck, have breakfast, fuck, plot, fuck…

I’ve never gotten pleasure from another human the way I do with Lilah. I’ve never been so insatiable in my life. My dick is sore, but it doesn’t stop me. I’m not sure it falling off could stop me. I’d still find a way to fuck her.

Lilah says her pussy is sore too, but she wants more. She likes the reminder of me being inside her when I’m not. When she says things like that, I can’t help but fuck her again, pain be damned.

“I think I have an idea,” Lilah says as she steps away from the globe in the corner of my library. I look up from my notebook as she heads over to the desk and sits on it, in the way she always does. On the corner to my right, like an adorable, sexy gargoyle.

My hands slide between her thighs, and I push them apart, taking in the sight of her bare pussy. She’s red and swollen. I can see how sore she is, but I groan anyway, my mouth watering because I want more .

“Atty, this is important,” she says, shoving my hands away.

“So is this,” I growl, sliding off my chair and dropping to my knees in front of her.

She giggles just as I swipe my tongue over her.

“I don’t think I can come again,” she whines, lifting her feet to rest on my shoulders.

“You will,” I tell her. “I’ll make sure of it.”

I know her body better than my own. I know just where to touch her, how and when, to make her explode.

My tongue is gentle against her clit, teasing her until she’s panting and begging for more.

That’s when I stand, pull out my dick, and carefully slide into her.

She moans, long and low. I rub her clit with my thumb as I thrust in and out, driving her crazy.

Driving me crazy, too. The way she feels wrapped around me… there’s no way to explain it.

“Atty,” she whimpers. “Oh god—how?”

A smile crosses my face as I watch her chest move faster with each breath she takes. She grips the edge of the desk, her eyes squeezing shut as she detonates. Her pussy pulses around me, soaking my dick with her release. Her moans turn to laughs.

“You are a magician,” she says.

I chuckle, pulling out of her to tuck myself back in.

“Wait, no—”

“Later,” I tell her, buttoning my pants. “Tell me your idea.”

“Idea?” She sits up, running her hands through her hair.

“Yes, Kitten. Before I enjoyed you for a snack, you said you had an idea.”

“Oh, right!” She hops off the desk and slaps my shoulder. “Stop distracting me.”

She takes my hand and tugs on it, pulling me toward the globe.

She spins it, smiling at me before bringing her attention to the map of Boston that’s hanging on my wall.

Tucked in the corner of the frame, the photo of my parents that I kept in my shoe for years rests.

The map is hand painted and framed, a piece I found at a flea market for less money than it’s worth.

The photo sits there because it’s what felt right when I came back.

It’s across from my desk, and though it’s too small for me to see as I sit, I feel like they’re watching me.

I have mixed feelings over my parents, but I don’t hate them. I’ve learned and accepted that they did their best—and they certainly did better than my bio mom.

There are plenty of photos of us hanging in the house, mostly in places I don’t go to. But there is something about this particular photo that was taken in Paris, the Eiffel Tower far in the distance, that feels a little different than all the others do.

Lilah points to an area on the map, pulling me from my nostalgia.

“J,” she says, sliding her hand to another area. “A.” Then she goes to another. “M…”

My eyes narrow as I follow her finger as it slides to another spot on the map. “E. And…” She taps the final spot. “S.”

I blink a few times, darting my gaze back to all the areas she pointed to.

Judson St. Ann St. Myrtle St. Essex St. State St.

“What better way to get his attention than to call him out by name?” she says with a smug smile.

I turn toward her, amazed at how smart she is.

“Fuck, you’re a genius,” I say, picking her up and spinning her around. I kiss her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her forehead… everywhere my lips will reach. “If I hadn’t just made you come, I would right now.”

“Please don’t,” she begs, kicking her feet to get away from me. “I hurt.”

I squeeze her so tight she squeals. She laughs loudly, shoving at my chest to get down. I kiss her deeply before settling her on her feet.

“You can feed me, though.”

“Anything you want, Kitten. Anything at all.”

Two hours later, we’re naked and sitting in the jacuzzi tub that’s in the bathroom on the first floor.

It’s not a place I frequented before Lilah moved in, but the view is gorgeous.

A full wall of paned glass overlooking the rolling hills and miles of trees in my backyard.

There aren’t many places that have such a naturalistic view in Boston.

There is a plate full of chocolate-covered strawberries, cheese, and crackers on the side table. We each have a glass of wine, the empty bottle on the floor by the tub.

When Lilah said she was hungry, I put in an order for groceries to be delivered. I made us steak with roasted potatoes and carrots. The dessert was delivered by a local bakery for a ridiculous fee, and we already had the wine.

The lights are dimmed, the heated floors on, and a few candles are strewn about along the counter.

I never thought myself a romantic person, never thought I’d care about someone enough to do things like this for, but here I am. Lilah is fucking special, and I want her to know it.

She, like me, hasn’t had it easy, and we understand one another on a level that most can’t comprehend. Neither of us had a perfect life. Definitely not like my ungrateful piece of shit brother, who got everything.

“When are we going to start?” Lilah asks, dragging her hand along the top of the water. She brings the wine glass to her mouth, and I watch her lips press against the glass as she takes a sip. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and my dick twitches. Unbelievable.

Our legs are tangled together under the water that reaches her shoulders while it’s at my chest. It’s hot, and we’ve turned off the jets because it was too loud for us to talk.

“We?” I ask with a smirk.

She pauses her movements, glaring at me. “If you think you’re doing this without me, you’re crazy.”

I mean… we already knew that, didn’t we?

“So we’re going to Bonnie and Clyde this shit?” I ask with a raised brow.

“Minus the bank robbing because you’re rich.”

I laugh, then lean forward to grab her arm and pull her onto my lap.

Water sloshes over the side, slapping onto the floor.

My wine glass slips from my hand, falling into the water, but I quickly grab it up.

My wine is spilled, so I empty the glass of the bath water and rest it on the end table before taking hers and doing the same.

Grabbing a strawberry, I bring it to her lips and watch as she sinks her teeth into it. It reminds me of all the times I’ve sunk my teeth into her, which has my dick even harder.

Her perfect skin is marred with bruises and red marks, old and fresh. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to make more. See what shapes and colors I can create on her gorgeous and otherwise porcelain skin.

We sit like this for a while, me feeding her, watching her, and her enjoying the hell out of my attention.

I’ve never felt so at peace in all my life.

If only I could hold onto this moment forever, forget the bullshit in my life, I think I could be happy.

But outside of this room, hell exists. The world that’s wronged me.

A brother who got too much while I was left with nothing.

When we’re all wrinkly, full, and clean, I help her out of the tub, dry her off, and get her dressed. It’s early evening but we crawl into bed, the silk sheets soft and cool against our skin.

“You never answered my question,” Lilah says as she cuddles against me.

I grab the remote on my nightstand and press the button on the top. The flap in the ceiling across from the bed, on the other end of the room, flips down and the TV slowly descends, turning on once it’s in place.

“Tomorrow,” I say as I scroll through movies.

“Really? So soon?”

“Are you worried?”

“Not at all. Just surprised you don’t want to plan more.”

“We know what we need to do, now we need to do it. No point in overthinking.”

She sighs a happy sound, hugging me tighter.

“Okay. I trust you, Atty.”

I kiss the top of her head. Her words are more important to me than she’ll ever know.