Avery blinked in utter disbelief.
"What? That’s... I..."
"That’s what I thought," Archie lifted a shoulder, the corners of his lips pulled up into a smirk. "I am the only one who’s seen what you look like when you’re aroused, how your eyes goes hazy like there’s a sheen over it, how you look like when you’re about to co, how you look like when you actually co, and..." he trailed off, his smirk widening, "Just like now... I can sll your arousal from all over here. Tell , Angel, does anyone else know you the way I do?"
Taking a step back out of sheer embarrassnt than nervousness, Avery avoided his scrutinizing blue eyes, a single na appearing in her mind. There was soone else who might know her the way he did, but she wasn’t going to ntion that.
That was a secret she planned on taking to her grave, and she wasn’t about to change that decision anyti soon.
"I’m waiting for your answer..." Avery heard him call, but hearing the confidence in his tone, could tell that he already had the answer to his question and was just teasing her.
She looked up at the chandelier hanging over her head, pursing her lips to pretend she wasn’t at all affected by his words.
"No one," she murmured.
"Good. Go eat dinner and co back here when you’re done."
Avery turned to glance over her shoulder at the kitchen, before shaking her head.
"It’s alright. I don’t have an appetite right now."
Archie’s brows furrowed at her.
"You are barely eating anything these days. Want to get to the hospital? Or should I call a doctor over instead?"
"Who goes to the hospital because they lack appetite? It’s the tea I drink. It strengthens , and because of that,I don’t really feel like eating after I take it."
A frown on his face deepened. "The sa tea Nancy brews for you every morning?" he asked.
Avery nodded.
"Then I think it should be stopped—"
"Definitely not," Avery hissed. "It clears my head every morning. So don’t ask her to stop unless you want resorting to drugs! It... I hate to say this but I really might if you stop her!"
Archie’s eyes narrowed at her but he didn’t say anything in response. He rose to his feet and walked towards her, bypassing her to step into the kitchen.
"I told you I’m not eating any—" Avery started to argue, when the words ceased in her throat at the plate in his hand. On it were the cookies he forbade her from touching the day he kissed her on the counter. The ones Arthur made. "Are you giving that?"
"Just three from it," Archie responded. He stopped when he got to her front, and the look in his eyes made Avery suspect he was planning sothing. Those striking blue eyes were unusually...dark. Darkened with lust, desire, anger, reluctance, or a mixture of all four. She understood the reluctance; since he was probably not giving her these ’3’ cookies out of the goodness of his heart. But the rest...?
"Will you take this from or should I take it back?"
"Of course not!" At the steely undertone of his voice, Avery didn’t just take the plate from him. She snatched it.
"Thank y—"
"Don’t thank ," Archie cut her off, "It’s not like I’m giving you that for free."
Before Avery could ask what he ant by that, he bent slightly so his face was hovering in front of hers.
"What are you—"
"Sshh..." he hushed her in that silent, imploring voice that had been used to coerce several n and woman into doing his bid. "Eat," he ordered.
Avery felt it just at that mont; her dress being lifted and Archie’s warm palm on her thighs. Like a robot, she took one of the cookies and pushed it through her lips.
"Good girl," ca his whispered complint that had an effect she couldn’t na—but liked—on her. She subconsciously tried to press her thighs together but his one large hand wedged between them, forcing them apart while his fingers made a hot trail up her inner thighs.
She felt his thumb graze the wet fabric over her clit, applying the slightest pressure that spurred a moan from her equally wet lips.
"Fuck, Mama, you’re dripping already," he growled, taking all three cookies from her plate and pressing them into her mouth. Her small mouth that he could imagine doing a whole lot of things to.
If she would just...
"Fuck!" he cussed again, pulling her into tight embrace where he buried his head in her neck, and nipped her slightly. Using his index finger, he pushed her thong sideways and ran his thumb down her wet core, pressing down on the swollen nub.
"What were we doing again?" he murmured, pulling away from her nape to stare into her hazy brown eyes. "Answer , Mama."
"Teaching how to... how to look aroused," she stamred.
"But you ended up taking our lessons serious," Archie taunted, pulling his hand from between her thighs, he brought the dripping fingers—his index and thumb— up in front of her eyes. "See the ss you’ve made," he whispered.
Then, with his eyes still fixed on Avery’s, he pushed the fingers into his own mouth and sucked them clean, as slowly as he could.
Unable to take her eyes off this wholly erotic act, Avery felt like she had been hypnotized. She opened her mouth but no words ca out, but instead of closing it, she let her lips remain parted in wonder.
"You called Love earlier because Orion was present. Can you do that again?"
The ntion of Orion snapped Avery out of her entranced state. She blinked, a wave of mortification rushing through her at the thought of what just happened.
"That was pretending," she managed to say. "I... I will be right back," she turned, about to hurry to her room when Archie gripped the back of her neck, spun her around, and slamd his lips against hers.
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