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☘︎ Lʏᴋᴀs Vɪᴛᴀʟʟɪs ☘︎

There's a maddening addiction to just kissing Jennifer senseless until those eyes that could scare away a board room with a single glance is clouded by raw desire, until those tantalizing lips are swollen and pink and seductive in their own right. I just can't stop.

While one of my hands pin Jennifer's arms above her head on the bed, the other grips the back of her neck, beckoning her face closer to mine. My lips are hard and crushing on hers but the way she retaliates, so damn demanding, it renders me crazy.

She yanks her hand out of my hold to tangle them in my hair, tugging at the roots. Her lips biting down on my lips and her chest rising to meet my bare chest, the flimsy cloth of my shirt the only barrier between me and her silky skin. Her legs wrap around my torso and the feel of her flesh against mine rouses a burning heat within every part of me, especially when I know she's completely naked beneath that shirt.

Getting annoyed by the barrier, I start unbuttoning the shirt, one button at a time. Jennifer's own hands descend from my hair, down my pecks to my abs, reaching my jean's waistline. She unhooks the button while I work on hers. Soon, any semblance of clothing are but a heap on the floor.

Breathing heavily, I pull back from those lips with great restraint. While she tries to catch her breath, my thumb sweeps against the rosy tint on her cheek, "Now tell me what happened?"

Jennifer blinks distortedly, her heated eyes taking in every inch of my skin in display, lingering on certain parts. She looks so out of her element like this. Sprawled out on the bed, naked and gorgeous, her brunette hair like chocolate spread on the ivory silk bedsheet. All I want to do is dive right back in and kiss those tempting lips six ways to Sundays. If distraction is what she needed from me, I'd give her that. I'd give her anything. But I need to know.

Jennifer is hardly the kind of person who'd give in to her emotions and demand a distraction because she felt like it. There's a reason the clown couldn't break her like the rest when he kidnapped them. My girl is really fucking strong. Something must've affected a ton for her to need this.

Confusion swirls within those green irises. I see it in the moment she realizes what I'm asking. I expect her to close off, cold-shoulder me, push me off her. But for the first time, she shakes her head in partial defeat. That hurts me more than the cold-shoulder. Jennifer doesn't give up.

"I don't believe it was real." She enunciates, seeming to be in her own mind.

I tilt her chin up so she's looking at me, "I still want to hear." I want to tell her, I believe her but she'll simply consider it as me trying to be kind. I'm not. I'm simply stating facts. I do believe her. Every single time. More than I believe myself.

"The clown. . ." Her brows furrow when she notices me stiffening, "I think he pushed my head under the water in the jacuzzi-"

"What?!" In a stretch of a second, I'm sitting upright pulling her along with me and scanning every inch of her.

I can't fathom she thought it wasn't real. She could've been in freaking deathbed if she'd thought it wasn't real whilst the clown drowned her. I'd been there on time but if not and she'd stuck to the prospect her mind was playing tricks on her. . . I don't know how to make her believe.

Jennifer stares at me, letting me fuss over her with papillating worry before she sighs, resting a hand on my bicep, "Like I said, I don't think it was real. I think I imagi-"

Before she can utter that word one more time, I push her back onto the bed and kiss her so passionately that when my lips leave hers, she's in a complete daze. Even when I get off the bed and kneel at the edge, she hadn't gotten out of the haze. My hands loop around her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

Jennifer props up on her elbows, glancing down at me with a curious tilt of her head. But those gorgeous eyes widen, a flush creeping up her neck when I grab the bend of her knees and part her legs.

"Lykas. . ." Her voice is raspy, I can see the rise and fall of her chest as she looks at me.

"Yeah?" I kiss along her knees to her thighs, her sharp inhales boosting my morale.

"What are you. . ." Her breath hitches when my lips venture dangerously closer to her core.

"Do you want me to stop?" This time, as I look up from between her legs, my question is genuine. If she tells me to stop, I will stop right then and there. No questions asked.

She peers at me intently, "If you stop, I will kill you right here-"

The words end in a gasp of shock and surprise at the first lazy slide of my tongue against her folds. Jennifer's elbows quack and her head falls back against the pillows. Every lick, every stroke, every teasing bite elicits little moans from her mouth. Her fists clench the sheets in a death grip as I add a finger then another. When she shatters, her body archs beautifully before going languid and motionless. Looking at her like that makes me ache, heart and soul and body. What I wouldn't do for her.

I rise off her body, licking my lips and rubbing my hand against my mouth in a way I know is painstakingly sexual, "Did that feel real enough to you?" A slow, sly grin forms on my lips.

Jennifer's eyes narrow. She looks so wildly untamed-breathing labored, body a boneless heap on the bed. But as my fingers graze the length of her throat, she shudders albeit herself, "Huh." She harrumphs making my smile grow into challenging.

"We would have to rectify that answer." Then without a warning, I turn her around so her front is to the bedsheet. I lean behind her, my lips to her ear and whisper, "Don't you think, sweetheart?"

***

☘︎ Jᴇɴɴɪғᴇʀ Rʏsᴏɴ ☘︎

I can feel every single inch of him plastered against my backside. His hands caging my hands above my head, his legs tangled with mine and his length pressing right against my behind, hard and long and pulsing.

My throat works around a gulp as his breath fans my neck, his lips touching my earlobe, "Don't you think, sweetheart?" The sensual drawl has a shiver skittering down my spine.

I can't think. All I could do is feel. Sensory overload is a legit thing.

Occupied by the way my body burns with need, I forget he'd asked me a question. But Lykas doesn't.

He steps back, getting off the bed to retrieve his jeans, making me instantly miss the heat of his skin. I'm confused for a second, but it wears off as I hear the telltale of a foil wrapper being ripped open. Oh.

When he's against me again, his large hands grab my hips from the back, and pull them up with next to no effort. The next thing I know, I'm on all fours, him pressed up against me from behind. An involuntary moan escapes my lips when his hands find my breasts, kneading them. My head tilts back to rest on the crook of his shoulder. My legs quack against another building orgasm. This is too much. I don't want it to stop.

"Does this feel real, Jenna?" He asks darkly against the crook of my neck. I reply something incoherent, and he chuckles. Fucking chuckles.

He'd all but stopped me when I'd grabbed at him earlier, but here he is making me see stars. I arch against him in retaliation, and he groans as if in pain as my throbbing core meets his hardened member.

"This isn't about me, this is about you." He stops my movements with a large hand on my spine, but when I attempt to turn around, his palms grab my hips yet again in a hard, strong grip, "Fine, let's play your bid."

He's inside me in a span of a heartbeat, taking me from behind with a single thrust so hard it steals my breath for a minute too long. Groaning, his fingers dig into my hips, "Does this feel real to you?"

The way he doesn't move holding me captive in a high, it makes me lose my mind. "Yes." I mumble, because he wouldn't budge until I say so, "Can you just...move?!" It sounds more as a tortured plea than I'd like.

Lykas chuckles again and I feel the vibration of the action in every place we're connected, "Good." He says, thrusting his hips ever so slowly, "Remember you're not deluding any of this. Next time you doubt for one second what you're seeing or feeling isn't real, I want you to think of this. Me inside of you, you begging me to wreck your-"

"I did not beg you to-" My refute falls short, a foreign blush heating my cheeks, "You have such a filthy mouth."

"Oh, but you love it." He kisses the top of my spine. Fisting my hair around his wrist, he whispers against my skin, "I can feel it."

Before I can retort with something icy, he starts to move. Really move. Hard and fast thrusts that has my head spinning. His fingers link with mine on the bed, large hands holding down smaller ones and the picture of it despite the roughness of his relentless pounding, softens something in my heart.

Black spots dance across my vision when I come undone, but Lykas doesn't stop. He turns me around so that my back is against the bed now, while his body cages me. Without a warning, he thrusts back in. And yet again, I feel the ecstatic feeling building inside me.

My eyes fall shut at the euphoric sensations wrecking my body. One of Lykas' palm tips my head up and he commands in a velvety tone, "Open your eyes, love."

I do.

To find him staring down at me with an emotion so deep and honest, it immobilizes me. I recognize that emotion all too well.

Lykas rests his forehead against mine, whisky eyes peering deep into my soul, "I love you." He seems to realize he'd blurted those words in his own state of bliss after he utters them because his eyes widen in shock.

I don't let him ponder over it, instead bring his lips down to mine. His thrusts become slower and sensual yet there's a stronger intensity in them this time.

We both reach our release with a groan, our lips still meshed together.

***

☘︎ Lʏᴋᴀs Vɪᴛᴀʟʟɪs ☘︎

It's minutes later as I'm seated with my back against the headboard, Jennifer cocooned to my chest and my hand absently playing with her fingers when she asks, "You seem quite fascinated with my fingers."

I smile up at the ceiling, "I love your hands. . ." I bring her hand up to my mouth and kiss each of the delicate fingers, "And these pretty fingers."

Glancing down, I find her staring at me with a raise of her brow. My eyes return the intent stare, reminiscing what I'd blurted out in my blissful high, "I. . ." I begin, clearing my throat and try again, "I'm sorry if my confession earlier made you uncomfortable-"

I stiffen when I feel her arm drape over my waist. She inches closer to me, burying her face in my bare chest, "Shut up." She proceeds to add softly, "I think I knew."

The warmth engulfing me is a welcome feeling, "You don't mind?"

She stays quite for a while, before responding with a "Hmm."

The grin that lights up my entire face may look maniacal to an onlooker but I don't care, "So does it mean I get to say that again? You don't have to say it back ofcourse. I just want to say it again."

I can feel her lashes flutter in an eye roll, but at the same time, I can feel the twitch of her lips against my skin.

"I love you, Jenna." I sing-song with a beaming grin and that twitch of her lips turns into a smile, even if she doesn't let me see it.

A peaceful quite stretches after that, making my mind wander back to what she'd told me earlier. About the clown drowning her and her thinking it isn't real.

I don't know what urges me to share this part of my life, but it rambles out of my mouth, "Remember when I told you to not keep skeletons in your closet? That I've seen what it does to people when one doesn't let go?"

Jennifer lifts her, glancing up at me curiously. She nods.

I lift my hand to caress the side of her face, "I was talking about my mother."

Her brows knit together in confusion. I lean closer, place a gentle kiss on her lips and continue, "My mom, she loved someone else before she had to marry Dad. But Grandpa had her forcefully married off to Dad, since her lover didn't meet Grandpa's set standards and wouldn't bring more money to the family. To top it, mom's lover was a widowed man and had a one year old son. But tearing apart two people who loved each other wasn't enough for them." A bitterness coated my voice.

"Grandpa and my Dad, they both destroyed the man she loved. The man overcome by financial and emotional stress, commited suicide. My mom was devastated. I heard she couldn't speak for months because of the trauma. She blamed herself for her lover's death and has been living with the skeletons of his existence till now." I rest my forehead against Jennifer's, a sadness enveloping me, "She's just so lost, Jenna. I don't know how to make her happy. She won't let go of the guilt and pain and allows Granpa and Dad rule her life even now because she's terrified what they'd do if she refuses."

Jennifer's hand take mine, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Your mom's very strong to endure all of it though."

"She is." I smile, brushing off Jennifer's hair behind her ear. My smile drops into a sad one, "Although mom might be breathing, but she's not alive. Her skeletons rule her life. Why I'm telling you this is because I don't want you to be lost like her."

A frown grows between her brows. I kiss it away, smoothing the skin over with a thumb, "You, Jenna, are not one to give up easily. By not believing your own instincts, you're letting the clown win. Maybe this is all his game plan, to make you think you're losing your mind. But trust me, you're not. I heard that song in the club too. I believe everything you've been experiencing the past few days are real and I hate that we haven't caught the clown yet."

Jennifer blinks, that frown returning, "You heard the song in the club?"

I nod, smoothing that frown again. She grabs my hand, kisses my fingers. It's my chance to blink in surprise. Especially when she opens my palm and places it on her cheek, I think my heart just turns double it's size.

"I think. . ." She looks up at me, sudden realization burning within those green eyes, "Maybe you're right. If we go by the logical aspect of things, the past few days, everything that's been happening had been pushing me towards making me believe I'm crazy. It could be what the clown wants."

"You get it." My smile turns proud, "You know I'm your biggest simp, right?"

Jennifer's eyes zero in on my lips, then in a quick movement, she's climbing on me. Her arms loop around my neck and she passes me a smile so wide, I think I'm dreaming.

"You're amazing." And she's kissing me, moving up and down my very naked lap.

I grab her hips, my eyes darkening, "Round two?"

Jennifer smiles wickedly. God I love it when she smiles. That smile is also all the answer I need before I let her take control and whisk us back to a state of mindless pleasure.

***

I let Jennifer sleep peacefully on the bed, stroking her hair as my mind runs a thousand meters per mile.

I think he pushed my head under the jacuzzi.

I think he pushed my head under the jacuzzi.

I think he pushed my head under the jacuzzi.

The line repeats in my head like a broken record. I can't stop the clenching of my fist of the hand that's not touching Jennifer. Glancing at her, I lean over to kiss the top of her head in a fierce sense of protectiveness.

All this while, I'd thought there wouldn't be a danger to her life. But today. . .

I can't stop the fear eating at me. He wants to kill her. I can't let that happen.

There's one technique through which I can try to find the clown the fastest way, but so long I'd held back because I wasn't certain the person who had access to that technique would let me use it. He'd call his security, kick me out before I could even gather the information.

But everyone can be coaxed by either sweet words or nasty threats. Sweet words are out of question here. Luckily, I know just the man well-versed with threatening people. As my fortune would have it, he's even in New York.

Not thinking twice, I grab my phone from the nightstand and ring the second number on my speed dial.

Romeo picks up on the second ring, his voice as blank as ever, "What is it this time?"

"I need your help." I jump straight to the point, "To threaten someone."

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Don't look at me, I'm innocent as a saint 🏃‍♀️

Who do you think Lykas is going to threaten?

Btw the real drama sort of begins from here👀👍