Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses #3)(77)

Pushing my tongue against my cheek, I give a curt nod. “Great. So, leave.”

“This is my house, Jonas. I’m the owner, the title’s in my name, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’ve got to be kid—” Biting off the end of that sentence, I pinch the bridge of my nose and release her. My entire body hums with pent-up fury, begging to be released.

From behind the sofa, Lenny clears her throat. “Maybe we should give your mom a chance to settle in. You know, without anyone trying to kill her.”

“Let her settle in?” Exasperation bleeds from my tone. “She’s not a bloody houseguest, love. Just a pest.”

“If you try to remove me, I’ll have you arrested for trespassing.”

Jaw clenched, I stare at Mileena until my vision blurs, red with the rage of a son who grew up without his mum, just for her to return out of the blue and begin demanding things from him. A boy whose mum apparently stuck around enough to watch him grow but didn’t bother reaching out.

Perhaps a man better than me would be rejoicing that she’s come back at all, but all her presence does is remind me that she left in the first place. Took off in the middle of the night without even so much as a note saying goodbye.

It devastated my father. Drove him to be reckless and stupid, especially when it came to his involvement with the Primroses.

If not for the blanketed distraction that my mum’s abandonment caused, perhaps my father would still be alive now to see her return.

My stomach flips, bile pressing at the base of my throat.

He’d have been ecstatic.

“Fine.” Throwing my hands up, I shrug and step away from her. “You stay, I’ll leave.”

“Jonas—”

But I turn without waiting to hear more, bolting up the stairs and heading for the bedroom to take off my boots and jacket. Carding my hands through my hair, I tug at the ends, slivers of pain radiating on my scalp as some of the strands get yanked out.

Soft, delicate footsteps sound on the stairs, and then the scent of vanilla fills the air. I suck in a deep breath, inhaling her right to my lungs and wishing I could streamline her into my veins.

“I can’t believe you told me she was de—”

Whirling around, I lunge at Lenny, pushing the door closed as I shove her up against it. She squeaks, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as my arms bracket her head in place.

“Dead to me still counts,” I say, pressing our foreheads together.

Her hands come to my face, fingers cupping my jaw. “Not really.”

Annoyed, and quickly growing more agitated by the second, I palm the base of her skull and crush my mouth to hers. My tongue forces its way inside, sweeping over her teeth and tangling with hers, warring for dominance. She lets out a tiny moan at the intrusion, and the vibration from it surges straight to my cock, which I grind into her.

When she breaks away, she’s breathless. “Jonas, we should probably talk about this.”

“After,” I insist, my voice gruff and hardly recognizable to even my ears. Trembling hands reach for her blouse, and I sink my fingers into the lacy fabric, pulling until it tears.

“Hey!” She fists my hair as I uncover her tits, bending down to roll my tongue around one nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Gasping, she arches into me. “That was La Perla.”

Releasing her with a wet pop, I switch to the other, delivering a bite on the swollen underside. “I’ll buy you the entire store as an apology.”

“The whole store?” Her hips shift, grinding slowly against me and making my cock leak.

Tearing myself from her chest, I straighten back up and capture her mouth, kissing her so hard that her head bounces off the door. Fumbling for her skirt, I push the velvet hem up her thighs, baring the scrap of silk fabric between them.

“I’ll buy out their bloody stock,” I say, shoving her underwear aside and hooking two fingers inside her.

Back bowing, one of her hands slaps the door as she strains against the invasion. Squelching sounds fill the air as she drenches my hand, writhing along with the frenzied pace I set.

“Goddamn, listen to how soaked you are. Is that all for me?”

She nods. Whimpers, the sound eviscerating any pieces of self-control I’ve been hanging on to.

“Do you like the idea of being spoiled, my little puppet? Your cunt certainly seems to.”

The heel of my hand grinds against her clit as I plunge in and out, curling and massaging until she’s fucking shaking. She tightens her thighs, trying to gain leverage and push me in deeper, so I add a third finger, stretching her even more.

Fishing the shreds of her top from where they’re still tucked into her skirt, I push the material aside and palm one of her breasts, teasing her flesh until it’s hot and puckered beneath my touch.

“I wish you could’ve seen how smashing you looked when I walked in on you downstairs, holding that weapon to Mileena’s throat.” Dropping my head, I skim my lips over the pulse in hers, flicking the tip of my tongue over it. “I knew you were murderous but seeing it in action is another thing entirely.”

Lenny breathes out a laugh, clenching around my fingers. “Violence gets you going, huh?”

“Only if it’s yours.”

Moaning into her skin, I drag myself up to kiss her again. And again, and again, until she’s pulsating and quivering, a blubbering mess on the brink of absolute catastrophe.