Chapter Thirty-Two #2
“When,” I correct. “You have a five-minute head start. Time starts now.” I side-step the doorway, giving her a clear path before she pushes up from the sofa and launches herself past me.
The sweet smell of her, warm vanilla, and something fruity, teases my senses.
I’ve already committed it to memory, desperately wanting to bottle that scent and keep a personal reserve of it all to myself.
She bolts down the hallway, and I already know she’s going to disobey my rules. I want to give her a head start—the illusion of being two steps ahead while I wait patiently in the shadows. It’s all too easy.
I count down the seconds in my head, slapping my hands over the doorframe as the last minute ticks by.
There’s a lot of shuffling going on, which tells me she’s still frantically searching for her hiding spot.
When the back door glass sides open, I dash the last few seconds before storming the hall.
I’m not playing fair, but by the sounds of it, neither is she.
She’s one step over the threshold of the deck when I round into the living room. Her face falls, that smile fading as she curses at my quick approach.
I point a finger at her, my smirk conniving in all its intensity. “That’s your ass, Thorn.”
She gives a low sound of distress before sprinting across the deck. I roll my shoulders before launching myself after her. Adrenaline and pure, unfiltered need course through my veins. Nothing gets the blood pumping like a good chase.
She makes the mistake of looking back over her shoulder, and her steps falter. I take the opening, snaking an arm around her waist before hoisting her up effortlessly. She thrashes, her legs kicking as she tries to pry free of me.
“Let go!” She shouts, digging one of her heels into my thigh.
I chuckle darkly, an idea brewing. “You aren’t being a very good girl, Thorn. Bad girls don’t get chocolate. They get punished.”
She halts for a moment, her body softening. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I grit harshly before wrestling her down to the deck.
It takes a lot of effort to contain her flailing limbs, but once I set her on her back and wedge myself between her pretty thighs, she becomes pliant.
The fight seems to leech from her, and I know it’s only because she can’t get away. She’s captured, and she wants to be.
I sit back on my thighs, staring down at her perfect legs as I use a hand to bunch her nightie near her pussy. She’s still glistening from Maddox’s time, and I love how ruined she already looks.
My friend warmed her up for me.
How sweet of him.
I pull the chocolate out of my pocket, waving it tauntingly. “Is this what you want?”
Her eyes bounce between the candy and me, slight hesitation behind them. “Yes.”
I lift the sweet to my mouth, taking a square between my teeth and breaking it off. “Then come get it, pretty girl.”
She sits up, her gaze searing into me as she leans forward and gently closes her mouth around the end of the chocolate sticking out from between my lips.
I growl low in my throat before grabbing the nape of her neck and pulling her forward until our lips crash and the candy is shared between us.
Need flares through me, the taste of the chocolate mixing with Rosalie’s natural sweetness, causing my mind to go hazy with lust.
She melts into me, her hands rising as she slides them up my abdomen and snakes them around my neck.
I push into her, laying her back down on the deck as I let her consume me.
I cover her, but she has all the control.
If she were to tell me to lie down so she could take her pleasure, I would do it in a fucking heartbeat.
She has no idea the power she wields over all of us, and as long as she wants it, we’ll destroy anything or anyone who she deems unworthy.
Yes, I think we’ve been obsessed since the very beginning, but we had no idea how deeply Rosalie’s claws were embedded in us.
And it’s the sweetest kind of fucking torture to be at her beck and call.
The chocolate melts between us as my tongue lavishes hers with attention.
She tries to battle for control, and it’s adorable.
The little sounds slipping from her and the way she keeps trying to take the candy from my mouth only add fuel to the fire erupting in me.
Before she can take it from me, I rise and sit back on my thighs.
She gives me a sour expression. “I almost had it…”
I chuckle. “Yeah, too bad. This stuff is pretty good. I think I want more.”
Her brow furrows before I grip behind her knees and shove her legs back. She yelps at the sudden shift in position and at how open she is to me. Her poor, red lacy panties are a mess with her arousal, and my mouth waters at the sight.
“What are you doing?” She asks, curiosity winning over her trepidation.
Darkness curls around me as I stare at her perfect pussy. There’s so much I want to do, like watch her take the hilt of my fucking pocket knife like the good girl I know she is, but we have all the time in the world.
And right now?
I really want more of this chocolate.
I bracket an arm across her legs as I break off another piece of the treat. She watches with wide, confused eyes as I wedge the chocolate between her folds until it fits snugly.
“Wait!” She gasps as I brush it over her clit. With her body temperature, it’ll begin to melt if I’m not quick enough.
Not that I have a problem with that.
“There’s no waiting, Thorn,” I smirk as I toss the rest of the candy aside and ease down until my mouth hovers over her cunt. I spit on her forcefully, enjoying how she tenses. “Now, let me enjoy my treat.”
I dive in, wasting no time as I lap hungrily at her pussy. The chocolate mixes with the heady taste of her arousal, and it’s fucking addictive.
I could smother myself with her.
Sometimes I have good ideas.
I grab her, causing her to choke on her moan as I flip us over until she’s riding my face. Her knees hit the deck on either side of my head, and I squeeze her hips as I grind her onto my face.
She gasps, her hands flying to my hair as her eyes screw shut in ecstasy. Her plump lips fall open, and a garbled moan crests past them.
“Talk me through it, pretty girl,” I command, my voice muffled as her core slicks against my mouth. “Tell me what feels good, and I’ll give you more.”
Every lap of her is like sweetness-induced divinity. I can’t help myself as I nudge her forward and dip a finger into her, stretching her tight cunt further. She’s soft and warm, and the way she grips my digit has my cock throbbing with the need to bury it until she feels me in her fucking throat.
“Oh!” She shouts breathlessly as I swipe my tongue in a circle around her clit. “Right there! Fuck!”
Her hips grind down on me as she takes her pleasure, but I know she won’t reach it. Not with what I have planned.
She clenches around me, her body begging for something I can’t wait to rip away. When I know she’s close, and she begins to spasm around my finger as her rhythm becomes sloppy, I yank my hand away before lifting her hips until she hovers over my face.
“Nooo!” She elongated in agony, staring down at me with betrayal cracking across her face.
I smirk as I taunt her from below. “Nooo! Please, Kairo!”
Her mouth screws up. “Fuck you!”
“You will soon enough, Thorn.” I chide. “Can you ask me nicely to cum?”
She’s at war with herself, wanting to curse me out while also still wanting her release. She seems to pick the latter as she visibly wilts over me. “Please, Kairo.”
“Ride my face, beautiful.” I muse as I ease her back down until she almost smothers me.
“Can you breathe?” She asks hesitantly, lifting herself a little.
My fingers dig into her hips, “Don’t ask me if I can breathe.
Fucking sit on me, Rosalie.” I slam her back down on my mouth, causing her to cry out as my nose brushes roughly against her clit.
I situate her over my mouth, erotically tortured by the lack of oxygen and her taste on my tongue.
If I die here, I’ll gladly go knowing I was buried in her pussy.
She wants to fight against me, her better judgment telling her that I can’t get any air from this position, but as I circle her clit like she begged earlier, it all leeches from her.
She moans from above, rocking her hips in a steady motion as she fucks my face with abandon.
Her juices coat my chin, and my cock pulses in time with every swipe of her folds across my mouth.
She’s divine.
I’m so lost in her that I almost miss my chance to take her orgasm away for a second time. It isn’t until I register her quick rasps that I lift her off of me, and she nearly tips over that peak.
“Seriously?!” She shouts, grabbing my hair before pulling a handful painfully. “What are you doing? I was so close!”
“Hmm,” I hum from below her. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
She lets out an ear-piercing sound, tugging on my hair. “Stop doing that!”
“No,” I rebut before lowering her back down to my face.
Every time she gets close, that tether threatening to fray and snap, I yank her away, much to her chagrin. She attempts to use my hair to control me, but she’s no match for my strength. As I hold her at arm's length for the fourth time, I get a good look at the mess I’ve made of her.
Her dark hair sticks to her sweat-glistened temples as she pants above me. Her chest rises and falls heavily, portraying how tired she is as her thighs shake around my head. She sucks in a ragged breath as her first tear falls, and it’s like sweet glory to see her so vulnerable and desperate.
“Oh, Thorn,” I croon. “Are you crying for me, pretty girl?”
Those emerald eyes, glassy with her wanton need, shift down to me. Her bottom lip wobbles. “Please, Kiaro…”
Hearing my name as a plea on her lips does something primal to me. My own resolve snaps fiercely as I yank her down onto me and give her what she wants.