Incriminate Yourself, Why Not, it Will Be Fun
Hazel
“No more questions.”
I gape at him. “You said I could ask.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to answer.”
“Oh, but I’m expected to answer all your questions?”
“Yes.”
“Flynn.” I knock his arm with the back of my hand because apparently I’ve reached the playful flirting stage with my stalker. Maybe I should worry about that but right now it feels good to let loose after the heaviness of what Flynn just told me.
He looks heavenwards and sighs. “Fine. The books are Lachlan’s idea of research.”
Confusion digs into my brow. “Research for what?”
Flynn gives me a look and realization dawns. “Oh.” I take in the books and the slight pink tinge to Flynn’s cheeks, the gears in my mind turning. No, surely not.
“Does that mean… are you…”
Flynn raises a brow. “A virgin? Yes.”
Something else occurs to me and my mouth goes a little dry. “Am I…”
“The first girl I touched? Yes.” Flynn curls his hand around my upper thigh. “The only girl I’ll ever touch? Yes.” His free hand hooks under my other thigh and he tugs me to the edge of the chair. “Mine in every possible way? Yes.”
My breath waterfalls out of me. I reach up and rake my fingers through his coal-black hair. This man makes my core tighten with just his words and maybe his obsession should be scary, but nothing has ever made me feel more loved. More protected. More owned.
I’ve gotten used to keeping part of myself hidden since Tommy.
He took things that didn’t belong to him so I swore my kisses would always be my own but I’m not sure I want that anymore.
On paper, Flynn has violated my life in so many ways, but I told him “no kisses” once and he’s never even tried to take one.
I like being owned by Flynn and maybe my judgement is fucked up because I know how dangerous he can be, but what he shared with me today is confirmation that he’s only killing people who deserve it.
I don’t want to hold back anymore. I want to give him all of me.
I cradle the back of his head in my hands and draw him closer.
“Are you sure?” Flynn whispers against my lips.
I don’t answer, I just close the distance, pressing my lips to his in a burning kiss that ignites every cell in my body.
Flynn lets me lead for a moment and I take the time to explore the soft pillows of his lips but now he’s been given permission, it’s not long before he takes over.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips until I open for him. He groans, his hand coming to my jaw as he dives inside, nipping at my tongue and lower lip until my core is throbbing. By the time we pull apart we’re both breathing hard and I laugh softly against his damp lips.
“Hey Flynn,” I say, “if that kiss and the way you make me come is anything to go by, I’m pretty sure you don’t need the research.”
A devilish smirk graces his face. “Oh yeah?”
“Yep. No books.” I shake my head. “Just follow your instincts.”
Flynn hums under his breath, his fingers drawing patterns on my thighs. “Do you know what my instincts are telling me to do now?”
“What?” I say on a gasp as his thumb grazes the edge of my pussy.
“They’re telling me to push you up against the wall, drag these damn jeans down your legs, and bury my face between your pretty thighs until you scream for me.”
I hold back a whimper, my fingers tightening in his hair. “If I scream, your brother will come down here.”
Flynn stands up and takes my hands. He pulls me across the fluffy black rug and backs me up against the wall. Deft fingers flick the button of my jeans open, and he lowers to his knees before looking up at me, mischief sharp in his eyes. “I guess you better stay quiet then.”
My stomach flips. “We really shouldn’t,” I say, because despite the kiss we just shared, a very small part of me is aware that I’ve practically been kidnapped and it’s probably a bad idea to let your captor make you come.
But then Flynn nuzzles his nose against my clit, and my head falls back against the wall.
“No?” he murmurs, his fingers already hooked under the waistband of my jeans.
I bury my hand in his curls. “Nope, definitely a bad idea,” I say, even as I step out of my jeans.
Flynn pushes up the bottom of my shirt and presses soft kisses to my stomach. “I want to taste you, Lilac.”
Each kiss flutters in my core, my need for him rising like the tide. He stands up, lifting my shirt up and over my head before dropping back to his knees. I twist my fingers through his hair, trying desperately to anchor myself but then my gaze catches on the murder board and my hand goes slack.
Everything Flynn told me about the Kings Society runs through my head and Tommy’s words come back to me. You ruined any chance I ever had of becoming a King. I go a little dizzy as I finally put together exactly what that means. “Oh god.”
Flynn stands up in an instant, his hand cradling my cheek and pulling my gaze away from the board. “Hazel.”
“Oh my god,” I say again, nausea swirling in my stomach.
“Hazel, talk to me.” Flynn’s firm voice keeps me grounded and I take in a shaky breath as I look at him.
“Tommy, my ex, he said it was my fault he didn’t become a King.”
I grip Flynn’s shirt as the memories run through my mind. Tommy turning up at the dorm, beaten black and blue after I stood him up. How obsessed he was with getting into that damn society.
“The night we broke up, I was supposed to meet him for a date and when I didn’t show, he got so mad.
He said I ruined everything, that all I had to do was turn up and I couldn’t even do that right.
I didn’t know what he meant at the time but now…
” I trail off, my gaze drifting back to the murder board and the men on it, all of whom paid their entrance by bringing a woman to “sacrifice.”
Flynn’s gaze darkens, his jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and for once he seems every bit as dangerous as he is. “You were supposed to be his sacrifice.”
Tears sting my eyes and I screw up my face. “Fuck. Fucking bastard.”
“Hey, hey, you’re okay. It didn’t happen. He can’t hurt you.”
I heave in a breath and swipe at the tears on my cheeks. “And then when I saw him yesterday— Fuck.” I shake my head. “I should have let Wright cut his stupid dick off.”
“Yesterday?” Flynn cocks his head, a deadly silence to the movement.
I go still.
“Why did you see him yesterday, Hazel?”
I chew on my lip, my horror at how close I came to being assaulted morphing into “oh shit” as I realize my mistake.
I knew Flynn wouldn’t be happy if he found out I went to see Tommy.
All I had to do was not mention my little extracurricular trip while standing right in front of him but no, apparently I’m not that sneaky.
“Did I say yesterday? I meant six years ago.”
“Hazel,” Flynn warns.
I stare down at Flynn’s feet, ducking under his glare.
“It was nothing, really. I just went to ask him about the Kings Society.”
I peek back up as Flynn puts the pieces together. “He’s how you knew to look into Claren. Fuck, Hazel.” He steps back and drags a hand through his hair, every muscle in his body taut. “Do you realize how dangerous that was?”
I wriggle my toes. “In my defense I didn’t know anything about the Kings Society at that point.”
Flynn turns back to me, the look in his eyes locking me in place. “But you knew you weren’t supposed to be there.” He prowls towards me.
I try to sidestep him on instinct but Flynn grabs my hips, pressing me back against the wall. “I gave you very clear instructions, Hazel.” He keeps his words low and slow, every one of them twisting in my stomach. “No. More. Investigating.”
I gulp, heat rushing through me. “So, what happens now?” I ask.
“Now…” Flynn flips me around and I bring my hands up, catching myself against the wall. My chest heaves, my breaths coming in fast.
Flynn’s words whisper against the shell of my ear as he gathers my wrists in his hands and pins them above my head. “Now, I’m no longer inclined to be quite. So. Nice.”
He punctuates his threat with a sharp tug on my panties.
I gasp as the lacy material snaps, the burn stinging my thighs.
Flynn runs his palm over my ass, the delicate touch a brief reprieve before he squeezes my ass, hard.
I go up on tiptoes but he doesn’t relent and tears prick at my eyes even as my pussy pulses.
Finally, he lets go and my breath shakes out of me.
I get one moment of reprieve before he spanks me, his palm stinging my ass three times in quick succession.
Flynn groans as he soothes the bruising touch.
“You look good with my marks on you.” He dips his head to the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, biting and sucking at the skin.
“I wonder how many I can cover you with.”
I drop my forehead against the wall. “Flynn, please.”
He trails kisses up my neck and bites down on my earlobe. “Say that again when I’ve got my cock deep inside of you.”
That’s all the warning I get before Flynn drives into me.
I cry out as he thrusts in deep, stealing my breath and sending pleasure and pain spiraling through me.
A flood of arousal spills between my thighs, soaking Flynn’s cock as he pulls out to the tip only to push back in again, somehow even deeper this time.
I moan, my core clenching around his thick length as he splits me open.
“Fuck, Lilac.” Flynn’s fingers flex around my wrists, his other hand splayed across my stomach. I can feel him everywhere, inside and out, from my skin down to my bones. Every touch fireworks through me and I’m a trembling mess when he pulls out.
“No, no. Don’t stop,” I beg.
Flynn chuckles low as he flips me around, his hands pinning my hips to the wall. “Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?”
I twist my fingers in his shirt. “Fuck me, Flynn.”
“Hmm,” Flynn hums as he notches his cock at my entrance and pushes in achingly slow. “That’s not what you’re supposed to say now, is it?”
I moan, feeling every inch of him as he fills me.
Flynn lifts a hand, collaring my throat and tilting my head back. “Beg me, Lilac.”