Heartless People

TWELVE

Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair,
the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar;
Invades the sacred hour of silent rest
and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.

~ Samuel Johnson

LAUREN

"Is that all, ma'am?" Dylan questioned softly, placing the tray of food and the files I requested on the top of my desk. He knew just as well as anyone that if he woke my wife, I would snap his neck.

"Tell Patrick I want to know of Amorys whereabouts in the next few hours."

The moment the door closed I turned to Camila, only to find her sitting up and staring back at me. Her face was void and her eyes clear as day. It was almost haunting.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I said, leaving distance between us as I tried to read her mood.

She frowned, noticing that she was still in her dress, before standing up and turning around.

"Help me out of it."

Without saying a word, I unhooked the tiny part at the top and unzipped it slowly, trying my best not to get excited, but it didn't work.

Her fucking father just died, calm down.

Seeing her in nothing but white lace almost killed me.

Fuck it all to hell.

"Let me get you—" She stopped me with her lips, and I gave in, gladly pulling her body to mine and gripping her ass. I loved her ass. I loved how it felt like it was made for my hands only.

When her tiny hands pulled away my tie and ripped at my shirt, I had to push her away.

"Camila, we can wait. I can wait." I gasped, breathing deeply to control my raging cock.

"Well, this isn't about you. This is about me, and I can't wait. I dont want to think. I just want you inside me now."

Fuck.

This time when she kissed me, I picked her up and laid her back down on the bed kissing a path from her lips to her neck. She moaned, pushing up against me with her hands in my hair while I worked my way down to her breast.

"I will buy you new ones," I told her as ripped the bra from her, allowing her breasts to bounce in freedom, and pulled her underwear off. She glared at me but only for a moment before closing her eyes as I pinched her nipples.

"Harder," she asked. So I did, pulling on them before taking them into my mouth. She was already rocking against me, and I knew she wanted me inside her, but I wouldn't give in just yet.

My hands traveled down to cup her, and she arched up in pleasure.

"Just fuck me already, Lauren." She moaned, grinding herself into my hands.

"No," I replied, placing three fingers in her. I watched, enjoying how she looked as she met her pleasure with my hands. I moved my fingers faster and deeper into her wet core. Each time she let out small moans of pleasure, and one of her hands went to my chest while the other pinched her breast.

Watching her, this hungry for my dick, made my desire for her grow even more. I made sure to
take mental pictures of this.

"Lauren, your dick."

"No." I snickered, fucking her with my fingers even more, until she was so close that I pulled out of her.

She stared at me furious and wide-eyed. She looked enraged, and all I could do was lick my fingers of her juices.