Page 26 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats (Till Death Do Us Part #1)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Atticus

I’ve been off since visiting the crime scene a few weeks ago, and so Lilah suggested we wait on the plan to get my brother’s attention. I had to agree, if only because she kept drilling into me how important it is to have a clear head so we don’t get caught.

I don’t want to be without her, and so I agreed.

Getting caught didn’t matter much to me before. No, I didn’t want it to happen, but I didn’t have an actual reason as to why, other than not wanting to spend my life in jail, without all the amenities I’ve become used to. Now I have the best reason. The most important reason.

Being with Lilah.

We order take out from some fancy Indian place and we have it set up on the coffee table in the living room.

I was never allowed to eat anywhere but the dining room as a child, and so as an adult, it’s always what I did.

Lilah is opening me up to new things. Eating dinner on the comfort of my couch is much nicer than the stiff wooden chairs at the dining table.

She’s put on some detestable movie about a sap who writes some girl he loves a letter a day, even though she ignores every single one of them. Why waste time? Just go kidnap her if it’s that serious.

“Can you hear this?” Lilah says, grabbing the remote.

“I can hear it just fine,” I say as I stab a piece of curry chicken.

“Oh, damnit—” The TV channel changes but she quickly flips it back to the movie.

“Put that back,” I say quickly, having seen a flash of something that caught my eye. “Hurry up.”

She presses the button, and the screen changes back to the news.

“—death of Steven Lewis. Authorities have not released what evidence they have, and Victor Spencer’s lawyers are working diligently to get this case thrown out, we’re told.”

“Holy shit,” Lilah hisses, a smile crossing her lips. “It worked.”

She turns to look at me, grinning brightly.

I almost can’t believe it myself.

“How does a man murder someone while in jail, Samantha?” the male anchor asks with a chuckle, as if he finds the entire thing ridiculous.

“You know, Trey, I’m not entirely sure, but crazier things have happened.”

Trey chuckles and says, “I suppose you’re right. On a brighter note, the Bruins have won again. Let’s check in with Hal to get the highlights.”

I turn to face Lilah, who is still smiling. “Good job, Kitten.”

Her smile somehow grows, and I pull her on top of me. She squeals, squeezing me tightly and kissing all over my face.

“I told you it would work!” she shouts.

“You did.”

“And I was right.”

“Yes, you were.”

We lie on the couch, her on top of me, holding each other until she complains she didn’t get to finish her food and probably missed her favorite part of the movie.

I hoped she’d forgotten about it. We finish our dinner, and unfortunately, the movie too.

Of course, it has a happily ever after and no one gets murdered.

Someone does die at the end though, so maybe it isn’t the best sort of happily ever after.

“What do you want to do now?” she asks, leaning back against the couch.

“I was hoping you’d ride my cock.”

She bites on her bottom lip, then slowly gets up from the couch.

“How could I say no to that?”

She pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it away, then drops her shorts. Moving to stand in front of me, she stays put.

“You’re beautiful,” I say softly, leaning forward to kiss her stomach. “So fucking sexy.” I slide my hand over her hip and around to her ass. “Perfect.” Pulling her onto my lap, I take her nipple into my mouth once she’s settled on top of me.

My hand slides between her legs, finding her soaked, and I slip two fingers inside her. She moans, her hands going to my shoulders as her head falls back.

“Always so wet and ready for me, Kitten.”

“I want your cock, Atticus.”

I shift, using my free hand to undo the button and zipper on my slacks, without removing my fingers from her pussy. If I could be inside her at all times, I would be.

My dick is aching, leaking when I pull it out. I hold it up straight for her to sink onto, which she does before my fingers are out of her.

She rocks her hips back and forth, moaning.

My arms come around her waist and I kiss her everywhere I can reach.

Her neck, chest, tits… all of her. I lick and suck and bite, leaving more marks.

Her skin is colorful with bruises from me, and this is how I plan for her skin to be for the rest of forever.

Because as long as she’s with me, I’m going to make it known who she belongs to.

There will be reminders on her skin and in how sore her pussy is.

She won’t be able to do a damn thing without thinking about me.

“Atty, your dick feels so good.”

“Tell me you love my cock, Kitten.”

“I love your cock, Atticus!”

“Tell me you belong to me.”

I hold her hips, driving up into her.

“I belong to you. Only you.”

“Good fucking girl,” I growl, already feeling the telltale signs of an orgasm.

I watch her pussy swallow my dick, see the gleam of her wetness all over my shaft, puddling in the hair surrounding the base. I wish I could lean down to lick it up, not wanting a drop of it to go to waste.

“I want you to come on my cock, Kitten.”

“I’m close,” she whimpers. I fuck her harder, pounding into her and hitting all the angles and spots she likes. Her head falls back on her shoulders, jutting her tits out, so I suck a nipple into my mouth, nibble on the hardened bud. “Atty, I’m going to come!”

I hum a sound of approval as I bite down on her nipple. She cries out, pussy clenching my dick as her body trembles through her orgasm. A few more thrusts, and I’m coming too.

She falls against me, chest heaving. I run my fingers up and down her back, causing goosebumps to erupt along her skin.

My dick softens and eventually slips out of her, which makes a damn mess.

There’s going to be cum all over the couch, but it isn’t the first time.

Lilah has gotten pretty good at cleaning it up.

She leans back, giving me a tired smile. It’s still early, maybe around seven, but she looks like she’s ready for bed.

I brush some hair away from her face, holding her bright blue gaze.

“I don’t think I know what love is, and maybe I’ll never understand it at all. But this… you? Us ? It’s better than love, Kitten. So much fucking better.”

Lilah blinks a few times, her eyes getting a little watery. She leans forward, kissing my lips softly.

“I love you too, you psychopath.”

I huff out a laugh, happy to hear those words. I didn’t think they would matter, but it seems everything Lilah does matters.

“Have you thought of having children?” I ask.

I’m not sure what makes me ask. I’d already told myself that I would never procreate. I’d ruin a child’s life. But maybe with Lilah by my side, it wouldn’t turn out so badly. Maybe she could make it good, like her.

Her body tenses the moment I ask the question, and I know immediately something is wrong. Her gaze goes to the side, avoiding eye contact.

“What is it?” I ask, turning her face toward me.

“I… can’t have children.” Her hands go over her stomach protectively and a tear slips down her cheek.

This is something that means a lot to her.

This is something she can never do but wanted to—or still wants to.

I’m not good at consoling people. I can’t begin to know how to do that when I can hardly understand emotions at all.

I’m not sure I’ve ever felt sad. How do you deal with an emotion if you’ve never felt it?

I feel something now, though. Not something that is quite anger, but… something . And it’s for my Kitten. I’m feeling it because she’s upset. Empathy, maybe.

“Hey,” I say softly, getting her attention. “I’ll steal a baby for you.”

She huffs out a laugh, wiping the tear from her cheek. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“And here I thought my proclamation of love would have won the gold.”

She laughs tiredly, leaning against me. I move us so we’re lying down on the couch. Her eyes fall closed, and a short time later, she’s asleep.