She ground against me again and I grunted, tightening my grip on her hips so that she couldn’t move at all without me guiding her. Then I looked into her eyes and slowly rocked her hips so that the solid length of my cock rode over her clit through our thin clothes.
She moaned as I did it again and I began to wonder what exactly counted as foreplay. Kyan said that she’d specified it meant touching each other beneath our underwear, but I had to think that rubbing her up and down the length of my dick until she came would count too. Though it was certainly tempting to overlook that as she moaned for me again.
It’s definitely bending the rules.
I groaned in frustration and flipped her around, tossing her down into the chair and pinning her beneath me. I lingered between her thighs for a moment as she looked up at me in surprise.
The burn on my hand was nothing compared to the heat in my blood as I took in the way she was looking at me. The lust, the desire, the need.
Fuck. I was in over my head with this girl and I was pretty certain she was beginning to figure that out.
I turned away suddenly and heaved the mattress back onto the bed, rearranging the covers and pillows before turning back to find her watching me like she had a thousand things to say, but couldn’t pick one.
I moved back over to her, offering her my hand again and curling my fingers tight around hers as she took it.
I pulled her to her feet then dropped my hands to her hips, pressing my body flush with hers so that she could feel how much I wanted her as my aching cock pressed against her warm flesh.
I started walking, backing her over to the bed until I was pushing her into her usual spot. I pressed her down until she was laying there, her thighs parting and chest rising and falling as she looked at me like she wanted me to corrupt her as thoroughly as I could manage. And if it wasn’t for the rules that bound me, I’d have done it a hundred times over.
“Thanks for the enlightenment, Barbie,” I breathed, moving away from her again just as quickly.
She gaped at me as I drew the covers up over her and tucked her in.
I placed a pillow in the centre of the bed to make sure my dick didn’t draw me across it to touch her in the night then moved around the bed and flopped down into my spot with a huff of frustration as my cock strained with the most desperate need to finish what we’d started.
“Seriously?” Tatum growled, turning her big blues on me just before the lights flicked out as midnight came around.
“I’m not the one who made the rules, Barbie,” I replied, chuckling darkly as she cursed me.
I released a slow breath and closed my eyes, trying to make myself forget that she was just a few feet from me, her body aching in the dark just as much as mine. But that wasn’t the point.
There was a lightness in my chest as I thought about what we’d just done and for the first time in my life, I wondered if I’d been right to believe there was no real way for me to quiet the demon in me. Perhaps there were things that I could do to satisfy that ache in my blood and my desperate need for control which weren’t as destructive as everything I’d always relied on.
When Tatum’s breathing grew steady, I shifted onto my side, leaning on the pillow I’d put in place to keep me away from her and watched her in the moonlight which was filtering in through the stained glass window above my bed.
I’d known there was something special about this girl from the first moment I’d laid my eyes on her. And now I was just more determined to make her accept her place amongst us. Because if this wasn’t fate then I didn’t know what was. Tatum Rivers was mine. And I was never going to let her go.
My alarm called to me at a quarter to six, the buzz of it vibrating through my pillow. I had to be downstairs kneeling outside the crypt by six and I groaned groggily as I tried to force my body awake.
I wanna stay here in this comfy ass bed forever. It was totally worth the spanking, but now Saint knew I liked it, I doubted he was going to punish me seriously that way anymore. Damn, why’d I have to go and spoil a good thing? Not that I was particularly miffed since Saint had toyed with his need for control.
I’d been pacing his room last night, ready for him to destroy me while he was in the bathroom. I was going to be dead. Deader than a dead fly in a windowsill and I would’ve had a far less peaceful demise unless I acted fast. It had struck me with the force of a lightning bolt what I had to do. What in that moment had seemed so obvious to do. I needed to relent to him completely, show total submission, then how could he punish me?
I’d almost laughed when it had
