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“We both know this kid isn’t giving up until she has you in her grip. May as well come willingly, heathen.”
His softness is different than before at school. Unexpected but not hated. It’s warm and inviting. I have this overwhelming desire to step closer so he’ll wrap me in a hug like a human-shaped blanket.
Scout settles his palm on the bad cat’s back and strokes his fingers through its wet fur. The purring grows louder. “The cat is fucking purring,” Scout says in a mocking tone. “Don’t be mad, little bro.”
These days, not much soothes or warms me. The cold darkness I’d been afraid would consume me when I was a child has slowly crept its way inside me as time wanes on. I’m barely able keep it out anymore. If it weren’t for the constant nearness of my brothers, it’d probably swallow me whole.
Irritation burns in my gut, this time, no longer toward her. Someone made her cry. I don’t know why that bothers me—a girl I’ve literally only just met—but it does.
“You’re not my boyfriend, Chevy.” “Yet.” I pull back and wink at her. “Not your boyfriend yet.”
“You’re going to fuck her now, aren’t you?” Scout asks, a brow lifted in question. “Because it drives you crazy he’s kissed her. So competitive.” “Screw off.” I flip him off again. “I’m not going to fuck her. She’s a job.” Scout laughs and shrugs, seeing right through my words. I’m absolutely going to fuck her. Hopefully soon, too, so I can get this burning need out of my system. I will get her out of my system. I fucking better.
Oh, I like her. I can see why my brothers are so enamored. She’s a fiery, devilish temptation all dolled up to look like an angel. The thing with angels, though, is they’re easy to drag to the dark side. You just give them a taste of sin or a gift of pleasure. Breaking their wings is a treat. Crushing their halo is like a taste of heaven itself. Welcome to the dark side, princess.
“Wednesday night, you came like a good girl over the phone. I know you’ve been fantasizing ever since. For this moment.” I grin wolfishly at her. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“When you moan and finally release me, I’m going to shove my fingers somewhere else. Somewhere where you can’t hurt me.”
“You can’t stop me, either,” I taunt. “Your pleas will fall on deaf ears.”
“In fact, I’ll get off on your begging,” I continue with a sneer. “I’ll come all over your face as you cry.”
Her eyes close and her nostrils flare. With each rub against her sensitive spot, her hips jerk. She likes my touch. Filthy falling angel. Come down a little more so I can break your wings, beautiful.
I yank my hand from her mouth and the other from her pants before she can orgasm. The shriek of surprise and disappointment make my cock thicken. Too easily, I could fuck her. She could scream no all she wants but her wet pussy would be arguing with her all the way. She wants, no needs, for me to release her. Break her because you can.
“Get them wet,” I order, bending her body with the force of my own as I lean against her. “And don’t bite this time. You won’t like where I bite back.”
“If you want it so bad,” I growl, “then fucking beg for it.”
I push a finger deep inside, loving the moan that tumbles out of her. Before she can enjoy it too much, I pull it back out. Her panting fogs up the mirror in front of her face. That won’t do. I need to see every expression on her pretty face.
“Make me come.” Her nostrils flare. “I want you to make me come and then I want you to leave me the fuck alone.”
“Harder,” she demands. “Make it feel good. If you can.”
“If,” I parrot, grinning at her reflection. “You have no fucking idea who you’re taunting.”
“The snake.” She pushes her ass against my hand. “You’re a snake but I’m not afraid of you.”
Her pussy squeezes around my fingers, her desire evident in the way it slicks up my hand. I fuck her hard with my fingers, making sure to graze her g-spot each time. She claws at my wrist but not because she wants me to stop. She wants this. Needs this.
She screams. So loud I’m forced to abandon her clit to cover her mouth. She shakes uncontrollably in my grip, fresh tears running down her cheeks and soaking my hand. I expect her to run the second she comes down from her high, but she surprises me by relaxing in my arms. Safe with a monster. It’s a laughable thought.
Her blue eyes sear into mine in the reflection. Bringing my wet fingers to my nose, I inhale her scent—lavender and mandevilla. So delicate and sweet.
Her taste is foreign to me. Sugar laced with something addictive, like heroin. A sweet shot of obsession.
“When I get you in my bed, babe, I’m going to take my time sucking on every little freckle on your body.” I grab hold of the cups of her bra, jerking them down roughly. “Right now, I don’t have a lot of time.”
“Fuck,” I groan as I kiss between her breasts. “Why are you so goddamn sweet?”
“Changed my mind, Dirty Laundry. You’re sweet and it’s going to give me a damn cavity.” I jerk on her jeans, drawing them to her midthighs before they meet resistance from being parted. “Too many clothes, woman. I need you naked.”
“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?” I ask, lifting a brow. “Need more?”
“That’s my girl,” I croon against her wet nipple. “Come all over my fingers.”
Pressing my palm on her lower stomach, I lift my hips. I can feel my cock inside her, pushing against my hand. I fill her to the brim. Stretch her to the max.
“I don’t want to take you back to him,” Ford grumbles. “I want to take you back to my place. Keep you safe.”
“We’re going to finish what we started, babe.” He winks at me. “Next time, I’m going to take my time with you. Enjoy being deep inside you.”
“So I was with Landry,” Sparrow says, his smile fading. “I took her for a ride and parked somewhere private. Things got hot and heavy. I was trying to make up for what you did.” He glowers at Scout. “One thing led to another and then we were fucking.” The room goes completely silent. Even Heathen stops purring.
