RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 109: FRIDA -

He stared incredulously at her.

"Are you serious? It’s ketchup," he said after a beat, his tone sharp with disbelief.

Frida scoffed, folding her arms tightly. "You better be joking!" she snapped, her voice trembling with suppressed anger.

"What do you want me to say, Frida?" Laz asked, his calm demeanor in stark contrast to her rising frustration. He sank onto the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, his gray eyes studying her intently.

"The truth," she whispered, denial threading through her voice.

"The truth?" he repeated, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. "You’re funny, Frida." Standing, he loomed over her, his full height and presence commanding the dimly lit room. "You say you trust me, then go ahead and bombard me with questions."

"That’s because you’re not giving me a direct answer!" she shot back, taking a step back instinctively.

He moved forward, his steps deliberate, predatory. "Did you kill him or not? Yes or no?" she demanded, her back meeting the cool surface of the jellyfish tank behind her.

The tank bathed the room in an ethereal glow—a mix of pinks and blues reflecting off the water and the bioluminescent jellyfish within. The light painted Laz’s features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the intensity of his darkened gaze.

"The truth?" he murmured, leaning closer. His fingers brushed against the outline of her jaw, his knuckles tracing her skin with maddening precision. Her breath hitched as his touch sent a jolt through her.

"Are you scared of me, Frida?" he whispered, his warm breath hovering over her pulse point.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath catching in her throat.

"You want to kiss me... and you want to kill me," he continued, his voice low and taunting.

She shook her head, her voice a fragile whisper. "No. I don’t want to kill you."

His thumb pressed lightly against the rapid flutter of her pulse. "But Shelly does," he said, his lips curving into a knowing smirk.

Her eyes widened in shock. "How do you—?"

"I know you, Frida," he said, his voice calm yet charged with an unsettling certainty. "Better than you know yourself."

He tilted his head, his gaze trailing down her trembling form. "I know your body reacts to me before your mind catches up," he said, his hands slipping to the hem of her coat. "I know your heart races every time I get close."

She shuddered involuntarily as he unbuttoned her coat with deliberate precision.

"I know what you want, even when you deny it," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. His hand lingered on the fabric of her sweater before undoing the buttons slowly, revealing a hint of the lace beneath.

His lips brushed her ear as he leaned in, his voice a heated whisper. "I know the questions haunting you, Frida. And I know you’ll find your answers right here, against this glass."

Her breath came in shallow gasps as he turned her gently, his hand threading through her hair and pressing her forehead lightly against the cool surface of the tank. The jellyfish drifted serenely behind the glass, their glow contrasting sharply with the charged atmosphere between them.

"You feel it, don’t you?" he whispered, his body close enough to feel the tremor in hers. "The pull. The tension. You can’t run from it, Frida. Not anymore."

"I know the questions that’s bothering you?" He said his lips trailing her ears and her body shivered as his body pressed against her.

His erection, against the perfection of her pantyhose, in her miniskirt.

"You want to know if I really killed Alex?" He whispered hoarsely as his hand roughly grabbed a handful of her breasts.

He massaged them in smooth circles, in the blessed black lingerie and she moaned resting against him "Yes Frida...I killed him." He whispered, with a grin that reflected on the glass of the jellyfish tank.

She gasped in horror, as his hands descended on her ass cheek, his hands gripped, her panty hose ripping it in two.

Her hands were on the tank as he held her legs "Why? Why did you do it?" She whispered caught between lust and morality.

"Because he touched what’s mine." He whispered he smirked against her cheek as he licked the flesh and she gasped and he slipped his tongue in her mouth tugging at her nipples which he clamped with nipple clamps.

She moaned against his lips, then tried to break the kiss to argue "What do you mean you killed him cause..."he kissed her again feverish, she had to grab his jaw to stop his lips from ravaging hers, but she didn’t want him to stop, he tasted so good...his kiss was hot and mind-blowing.

Fuck, he could kiss too damn well! making her senseless.

"...cause he touched me." She whispered.

"Alex isn’t someone you should even consider your friend Frida." He whispered darkly, tugging at the clamps and she moaned. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"on the day you were kidnapped...Alex was the one who drove you there..." He explained.

His lips against her neck "He appeared today to give you that gift and it had a tracking device in it..."

"Alex works for that man...his nothing but a pretend student criminal..." Laz explained and she opened her eyes to look at him.

Tears filled her eyes, Laz’s heart ached at the sight of it "Oh no...baby I didn’t mean to be so harsh..."

She sobbed "Yeah I know...I just...I thought...I thought he was my friend..." She said her eyes now on the jellyfish in the tank.

"I must have looked so stupid." She whispered with a small laugh and he turned her to face him.

Lifting her in his arms "Your not stupid...Your smart, pretty, funny and kind..."

He kissed her deeply wiping her tears away "Your not stupid and you’ll never be, you see the good in people when I don’t. You’re a star Frida, a sparkling sunrise in anyones darkness, your beautiful and I can’t get enough of you."

He said trailing kisses all over her neck in subtle worshipped. His hands were gently, on her breasts now and her throbbing pussy rubbed against his hard on.

She moved herself against him "Fuck me Laz...fuck me until I can’t breathe..." She whispered to him.

"As you wish. " he said, trailing kisses over her collar bone, over the slope of her breasts down her rib cage his fingers slipped in her panties rubbing against her clit while he worked the nipple clamps.

One leg was on his waist the other her one support on the ground apart from his solid body. He lifted her leg higher.

The pressure was building, and lord he knew how to pleasure a girl’s clit with just the right amount of pressure.

She was moaning as he moved in slowly but firm circles her "Oh baby, you’re so wet for me, I love it so fucking much." He rasped against her lips.

His fingers slipped into her wet, dripping, cunt and she arched his fingers going deeper "Oh fuck! Laz oh!" His other hand supported her, the pressure simulating her butthole, from just his knuckles and his erection pressed against her lower abdomen.

The sensation was maddening, his tongue teased the nipple clamps. He took them off with his teeth, biting each nipple softly, before sucking them hungrily.

She arched into him, her nails digging into his flesh.

"Oh fuck!!!!" She screamed, but he didn’t let her cum.

Instead, he wrapped himself in a condom and entered her pussy, she felt it so far up in her hungry cunt, her thigh around his waist and her leg on his shoulder.

He fucked her, into madness. His thrusting was fast, disturbing the peace of the jellyfish, and he only slowed down when he felt her jerk in trembling orgasm, just so he could shove it back in and make her shake again.

He withdrew, then entered her fully again for the third time, she cried out "Oh my God! please Laz!...fuck! oh! ah! uh..." She shook.

He thrusted into her one more time, she shook like she was having a seizure, in hot orgasm and she came apart in his arms.

Her nails made an indentation on his neck "You feel so fucking good baby." Laz rasped against her lips.

She kissed him still panting, body soaked with sweat he licked his lips "Wanna go again?" He asked and she flinched in fear.

"Boy keep that monster in your pants." She snapped at him.