Page 96 of Smuggler's Beauty

A feral grin broke out on Aiden’s face as his movements became more deliberate again. She writhed against the tile.

“Why yes, dollface. Yes, I do.” Aiden removed his hand from her pussy, and Evelyn felt the pout form on her face as Aiden chuckled. He flicked his tongue against her lower lip before he nipped at it.

“Greedy girl. Be patient.” He fisted his cock, and she drew in a shocked breath as he rubbed the crown along her dripping slit.

“If you insist,” she said. Her hips flexed. “It’s not one of my most sterling qualities.”

“Greed?” He teased her entrance, the head of his cock butting up against her just enough to make her groan. He grinned. “I think it’s quite charming how greedy you are for my cock, Evelyn.”

“Patience,” she whispered as he continued sliding over her slick folds. He was so close. So hard. She would die if this went on much longer. “Please, Aiden.”

“Please what, dollface?” He removed his hand from her throat and covered her neck in kisses. His free hand rose up to cover hers, pressing it still closer to the tile.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted. Her pride had vaporized. Her limbs trembled against the shower wall, anticipation and desire amplifying every move he made. He flicked his cock down her slit, soaking himself, before returning to his maddening circles, gentle sweeps against her clit that served only to drive her mad. She’d start whimpering soon, dignity destroyed by his delicate, teasing grazes.

Fuck it. Beg.

“Please, please, please, for the love of all things, fuck me. I’m so empty, I will die if you don’t fill me up.” She couldn’t keep up the full sentences and reverted to a desperate chant of, “Please, please, please.”

“Poor Evelyn,” he whispered against her ear. “We can’t have that.” He lined himself up and entered her in a swift movement.

Evelyn’s head fell back as he finally gave her the fullness she’d craved, the sweet stretch of her walls as she took him in. Aiden found a fast, hard rhythm that had her body on the brink in an instant.

The “please, please, please” Evelyn had been chanting had changed to a chorus of “oh God, oh God, oh God” with a recurring bridge of “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She was a mindless ball of pleasure, nothing existing outside of the walls of the shower, the water hitting her skin, the scent of Aiden in her nose, and the feel of his body slamming into hers.

“Pussy grips me so tight,” he growled into her ear. “So hot. Such a good girl, taking my cock in this shower. Perfect little fuck doll. I can feel that pussy starting to pulse. Scream for me, Evelyn. Scream while you come all over my cock.”

He bit down on that sensitive spot on her neck, and Evelyn felt herself come undone, white-hot bliss exploding across all her nerve endings. She screamed as she came, grinding out her pleasure against Aiden as he fucked her through her orgasm.

He wrapped her arms around his neck and urged her legs around his waist as he continued to pound her against the wall, chasing his own release. His movements were losing their finely tuned precision, his hips jerking more erratically. His mouth crashed against hers. When she clenched her inner muscles, he growled his climax, pumping into her in short, hard thrusts. Evelyn opened her eyes as he broke the kiss, and the look in his took her breath away.

She’d expected desperate lust. What she found was possessive tenderness. Happiness flooded her chest. She tucked her head against the side of his neck and peppered it with little kisses as he got his breath back.

After a few minutes, his breathing normalized. He lowered her to the floor, making sure she was steady before turning around and grabbing her shampoo off the toiletry nook. Hegestured for her to turn around. Smiling, she did, and let him wash her hair.

Aiden did a pretty good job with the conditioner, too.

“You were right,” she said, as he worked through her waves with the wide tooth comb.

“Hmm? I mean, yes, but about what?”

“You take very good care of your toys,” she said.

He laughed. “You say that now. Wait till I start nagging you to eat your vegetables.”

Though she wouldn’t admit it, she sort of couldn’t wait. Evelyn felt a pang of regret as she remembered trying to run him off earlier. This man saw exactly who she was and still barreled at her headlong. He saw the devastation she could bring and wanted to feed her fucking vegetables. He gazed at her with naked adoration, and her chest ached. She didn’t know how to handle this sort of earnest affection.

She just smiled and rinsed out her hair.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Evelyn was impressedwith the speed that Lillian and Veronique had slapped together the first few propaganda videos. The crew had certainly kept themselves busy while she’d been recovering. She pulled up the first of the clips on her tablet while Veronique watched from across the table, clutching a coffee like it was the only thing keeping her from flailing her hands about in excitement.

The video started with a solid black screen, a faint, familiar tune playing. Evelyn turned the volume up and recognized a folk tune that had been popular right after the war that had ended with the Compromise. After a moment, the pitch-black pixels slowly faded into an image.The Grand Opera House.The building she’d attended so many performances in as a child was a marvel of Tanalian architecture, finely carved relief work in the stone honoring the seasons ringed the roofline, a gleaming gilded cupola.

She tried not to cringe when she heard her voice emanate from the tablet. Evelyn had always hated hearing her own voice, one more reason Corrie had never dragged her on stage in any of her productions. Her breath caught when she heard the sorrowin her voice. Veronique had managed to coax out her regret, the despair she felt when she thought about the Tanalia she’d thought she was protecting.

The image changed, again and again. Another memory depicted, another anecdote in her own voice on the speakers. Museums, orchards, universities. Text filled the screen.