Lilith's POV
My chest aches with anger, fingers trembling. "You—"
"What about me?" Jarek cuts in, cruelly pinching the marks Kieran left, making me gasp in pain.
"Last night, when he did this to you, did you cry out like that?" His canines graze my reddened n****e. "Or were you too lost to care?"
I turn my face away, but he grabs my chin, forcing me back.
His hot, wet tongue laps at the bruise, turning to sucking. I clutch his hair to push him off, but he seizes the chance to take my n****e into his mouth, greedily devouring it.
"Mmm… be gentle…" I regret the words instantly—they come out too soft, too needy.
When he pulls back, my n****e's wet, standing stiff, the surrounding skin glossy from his mouth.
"f*****g gorgeous," he growls, his throat bobbing, thumb roughly brushing the
