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Without another word, his fingers softly explored me. He fingered my clit, rubbing back and forth, soft and slow like he had all the time in the world.
“Faster. Ryden.”
“Patience, my darling, patience.”
He opened me and slid his tongue inside. A scream, that sounded like a moan and a whimper, ripped out of my chest when he lapped at me like he had been thirsty for years. His lips and tongue worked in tandem with his fingers to show me outer space and the galaxies.
My head spun. I clung to him, trusting him to take me on this slow, tortuous ride. When he finally pulled away, my legs buckled under me as I slid down the wall until my ass met the cold floor.
“Ah.” A sigh of contentment left my lips as I looked up at him. He was licking his lips as if he didn’t want even a single drop of my cum to go to waste. “So? Are we leaving now?”
“No,” he said as he pulled me from the floor, nuzzling the crook of my neck. “Just sit there and look pretty for me,” he said, pointing toward the row of stools along his kitchen island. He pulled a knife out of the knife block, twirling it between his fingers with such finesse it made me go breathless.
“You’re going to cook for me?” I asked, my eyes wide.
He smiled, grabbing a tray from inside his refrigerator filled with small squares of pastries that looked mouthwatering. He slid it toward me with a wink. “I know you’re hungry after all that hard work, baby.”
“So, I’m eating dessert first? Not that I’m complaining…”
“I already had my dessert,” he said, licking his lips, groaning, as if he could still taste me there. “It’s only fair you have yours. This is for being such a good girl.”
With a moan, I closed my eyes as I savored the crumbling pastry. It had layers of nuts and syrup, and it was sitting on a molten river of dark chocolate.
The mix of flavors danced on my tongue, taking me to exotic places. The rich, buttery texture and the flavors were exquisite, each one complimenting the other. I dipped a finger into the dark chocolate and sucked my finger with a sigh. “Did you make these, Ryden? And what’s it called? Why have I never tasted it?”
His smile was indulgent. “I took some creative license and made some changes to baklava. It’s made with phyllo dough and lots of butter. I know how much you love dark chocolate, so I added it for you.”
Okay, maybe he isn’t that bad for you, Kat said.
“For me? You made this for me.”
“For you. Only the best for you.”
Fuck this man.
It was hard to keep that pesky thing called heart in place when he said things like that.
He snatched a cutting board from the closet and grabbed baby tomatoes, asparagus, and yellow bell peppers from the refrigerator. His eyes were intense, and his grip was sure as he let the knife play with the vegetables like he had been doing it all his life. Each stroke of the knife was a dance, swift yet precise.
I watched, mesmerized by the way he moved.
He prepared the pot, bringing the pasta to a boil. He slid a tray of marinated chicken with cheese and vegetables into the oven.
He sautéed the diced vegetables until the aroma of butter filled the air, but my hunger for food was long gone. I was still hungry, though, for his body.
“You’re looking at me like I’m a piece of man meat.”
“You are. A tasty piece as well,” I said, licking my lips, leaning further into the counter as he moved around, showing off his perfect body. I couldn’t resist anymore. I stood up and walked to where he was. My fingers trailed along the tattoo of the wings on his back, and he let out a long groan.
“If you want to eat, you’ll keep your hands to yourself, Red,” he growled out, twirling around, pressing me against the kitchen counter. My back dug into the stone as he stepped closer.
“I’m hungry for something else.”
Deftly, he grabbed me by my hips and placed me on the counter before sliding between my thighs.
“You’re a greedy little witch, aren’t you? Do you want to be my fuck toy?”
I gasped, my body reacting to his words, and his eyes gleamed in satisfaction. A wicked smile—the same one he sported when he was killing Phil—transformed him from the one who had just been cooking for me to the devil he really was. If the devil was a gentleman…
