“Unless you’re feeding me your dick, no thank you.”
He growls, “Don’t tempt me.”
I reach between our bodies and slide my hand inside his boxers, jerking his shaft. “Tempted enough yet?” I coax.
“You’re being a brat, Emma.”
“What are you going to do about it, Rowan?” I taunt, twisting my palm around the crown of cock, using the pre-cum for lubrication.
He grunts, fisting my hair. “On your knees.”
Chills shoot up my spine. The anticipation of a repeat of our last encounter provokes me to disobey. Twisting out of his grip, I move across the room, pressing my back against the wall closest to all the fabric, and meet his eyes in challenge. “No.”
A predatory smile creeps along his closely shaven jaw. “Come here,” Rowan commands, and I shake my head, refusing him again.
“Make me.”
My pulse skips when he stalks toward me. I dart left and run through the door. I’m not sure where the hell I am in this damn house, but I take a chance, turn left, and take off running.
“I love the chase,” Rowan shouts.
I can’t tell how close behind me he is, and I refuse to look back to check. Instead, my eyes quickly survey my surroundings.
Fuck. Left was the wrong choice. This is a dead end.
Slowing, I catch my breath and notice a door. I sigh in relief when I try the knob, and it opens. Slipping inside, I secure my hiding spot with a quiet snick of the lock. Shrouded in darkness, I give my eyes a moment to adjust before seeking a light switch.
I begin to turn when a hand clamps over my mouth, shocking me still. “But catching you is so much sweeter,” Rowan sing songs in my ear as the lights in the room flick on. I’m yanked into his chest by my hair. “Disobedient sluts with smartass mouths belong on their knees,” he growls, gripping my throat and turning me to face him before pushing me to the ground.
My mouth is filled with his dick before I can utter a rebuttal. I moan at the fullness and the weight of him on my tongue, bobbing to meet each thrust of his hips into my mouth. I reach my hands around the back of his muscular thighs, pulling him deeper.
“Fucking shit. That’s my dirty girl,” Rowan grunts, using my hair to control the pace. It’s not long before his hips jerk, and I feel his cock pulsating as he mutters a string of curses. On his next thrust, I hollow my cheeks and relax my jaw until I feel him hit the back of my throat. Rowan rips himself from my mouth and comes all over my face and my chest. Then he bends and licks his cum from my lips before he uses his fingers to open my mouth. Understanding his motives, I stick my tongue out and nearly come on the spot when he spits his cum into my mouth. “Such a good fucking slut,” he grits, then grasps my throat and pulls me to my feet.
I’m barely standing when his lips close the distance, and he’s chasing the taste of himself. My hands grip his dick and rub the tip against the lace of my exposed panties. “Please,” I beg between kisses.
Rowan releases my throat, slow-walking us until my knees hit something soft. I recognize it’s a bed as he lowers me to the mattress. Our mouths separate long enough for him to pull my dress off and toss it. That’s when I notice for the first time I’m back in his room. He reaches into his nightstand drawer, takes out a condom, and rolls it on by the time I’ve divested myself of my boyshorts.
I spread my legs in invitation only to find my thighs wrapped around his neck. “Oh fuck,” I groan at the first swipe of his tongue. Rowan sucks the already dripping evidence of my arousal, his tongue scooping all traces of my excitement from my pussy. He hums in delight before turning his attention to my clit. His lips latch onto the raised peak as he flicks it with the tip of his tongue.
As the fire pooling in my stomach builds, I try to squirm out of his hold, only for him to stop, raise his palm, and smack my pussy. “Don’t move, or I’ll strap you to the bed,” he instructs before returning to devour me as he lowers my ass to the bed. He slides two fingers inside me as his tongue swirls my clit. My pussy squeezes his fingers, and my back arches off the mattress when my orgasm barrels through.
Rowan lifts his head, grabbing my thighs and slamming inside me, giving me no time to come down from my first orgasm. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks, but I’m so lust drunk I can’t formulate words. He leans over, capturing my nipples between his teeth and biting so hard I shriek, but it turns into a moan when he sucks the bruised peak. His mouth unlatches from my breast. “Answer me, slut,” he demands. “Or I’ll make sure you can’t crawl, much less walk, from this room by the time I’m finished.”
If he thinks that’s a punishment. I make the mistake of snorting at that thought. His eyes darken before he pulls out of me and flips me over to my stomach. Five quick swats to my ass, each one progressively harder. I clench with each strike, and I feel my pussy leaking down my thighs. When Rowan’s hand dips between my legs and feels how turned on I am, he growls. “You depraved whore. I knew you’d be my good little slut. You’re fucking weeping for it.”
Rowan spreads my cheeks and thrusts back in, gripping my hips for purchase. Mid-stroke, I lower my stomach to the bed and clamp my walls around his dick. The motion causes him to go feral. He yanks my hair, pulling my back to his chest as he grips my throat, squeezing until I’m gasping for air. Rowan pounds into me, and the combination of the pressure on my neck with the brutal pace in my pussy sends me over the edge, my walls spasming until my vision blinks out. I barely hear Rowan shout as he comes.
I fall to the bed in a heap of blissful contentment. Only for me to be turned on my back seconds later. Rowan powers back inside me, rolling his hips at a steady pace before leaning forward to whisper in my ear, “Did you think I was done? I said you wouldn’t be able to crawl.”
KARL
The freaking school year is flying by. I can’t believe it’s seriously April already. The last month has been quiet. With the death of two Selection girls, all the dates are finished. We all still take Emma out, but we’re not forced to spend time with Samantha or Brittany.
Samantha made the biggest stink about it at one of the planning meetings, and she was shut down and reminded that as long as we met the required dates, we didn’t have to go on anymore. It was one of the few times I was thankful about the damn rules.
If it weren’t for the constant updates about potential leads on Elise, I’d think all was quiet, and we’d coast to the final Selection, but as I walk into the Tombs, I know bullshit is on the horizon. Especially after what we saw on Madeline’s phone. Liam has only been able to start decrypting the list of known traitors in our midst. The code has been running ever since that night, and he and Colt have been trying to speed up the process, but we’ve only been able to unlock the first batch of names. All of which have led to dead ends. The families either moved or we’ve dealt with them.
I step into the chamber and see everyone’s already here.
“Good, we can begin,” Mr. Calloway directs as I take my seat.
All of our fathers are seated around the room, which is normal. What isn’t is Sebastian’s father. He’s never in these meetings- not since his loyalty’s been in question.
“Thank you for joining us, Theo. I know it was last minute, but we’ve gotten news,” August’s dad says.
I look at the guys, but they give off no indication of knowing what this meeting’s about.
“Of course, it’s no problem, Alex. I’m always available when the Fraternitas calls,” Sebastian’s father says to his brother, placing his hands on the table.
Apparently, that was a wrong move because the moment his wrists touch the wood, the table opens up, and metal straps lock him into place.
I watch as Sebastian arches an amused blond brow.
“What is the meaning of this?” Theo barks, his face reddening in anger.
The room door opens, and Thomas strides in with five more men following behind him. One of them carts in a table full of some of my favorite toys.
My father makes a derisive snort, then launches himself at Sebastian’s father and punches him until Thomas pulls him back. He holds his hands up. “I’m fine,” my dad huffs, straightening his tie and cleaning invisible lint from his suit. “The meaning is, you traitorous scum, that we found the link to your part in the kidnapping of my fucking son,” he snarls, and Thomas has to hold him back before he attacks Theo again.
It takes seconds for his words to finally penetrate the haze. My pulse gallops so loud the noise around me feels a million miles away. I know things are being shouted, but I can’t register anything- not until I hear Liam coaxing me from the fog. That’s when I realize the shouts were for me to stop. I hear the choked cries of someone, and I look down to see my hands covered in blood. Lifting my gaze, I take in Sebastian’s father. My knife protrudes from his hand, and he’s covered in lacerations- none of them lethal, but all enough to draw blood and cause immense pain.
I watch as my dad approaches me cautiously. There’s no fear in his eyes- just reassurance that he means no harm. “I know you want him dead, Son- I do too, but we need to question him first.”
Liam’s hand squeezes my shoulder. I nod, taking my seat and trying to reign in my anger. My hand instinctively goes to the spot near my heart where the only person who calms me marked me. I absently trace the “A” while I await answers.
“I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t- couldn’t. Karl is like a son,” Sebastian’s father stammers.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.