Broken Empire A Reverse Harem High School Bully Romance - Callie Rose Page 0,39

the small space.

His large hands moved over my waist and ribs, skimming gently over the scars on the left side of my body as his mouth continued to torture me. When I let out another noise, arching into his touch to demand more, he glanced up at me, his blue eyes heated and dark.

“Fuck, I like you when you’re wild, Legs.”

If I’d been able to form a coherent sentence, a coherent thought, I would’ve told him that he made me wild, that he and the other Princes had shown me this side of myself—the side who took what she wanted, who owned her pleasure and wasn’t afraid of bucking convention. Who didn’t care what anyone else thought.

But I was beyond words by now, so lost in the sensations Finn was bringing out in my body that I couldn’t think of anything else but him.

I sank all the way back onto the large bureau, angling my body a little so I didn’t hit my head against the wall, and reached down to tug at the hem of Finn’s t-shirt. He let me pull it off him, baring his broad, tanned chest. I’d seen him shirtless dozens of times, but I’d never been able to drink in the sight quite like this before. Not when I could touch as well as look.

And I did touch, running my fingers over the planes of his pecs, brushing over his nipples, exploring the contours of his cut abs. I could see why he never really felt the need to put much effort in during gym class. Football practice and whatever workouts he did beyond that had turned him into over six feet of pure muscle, powerful and cut.

He braced himself over me as I explored his body with my hands, letting me get my fill as he gazed down at me, an almost disbelieving expression on his face.

“Jesus, Tal. The way you fucking look at me…”

Finn didn’t finish that sentence. Instead, he dipped his head again, kissing me hard before moving down my body, trailing a path over my chest, between my breasts, and down my stomach. My abs clenched and released as he flicked his tongue into my belly button, a sound that was half-giggle and half-moan bursting from my lips as the pleasurable tickle sent sparks dancing through my body.

He kissed the skin of my stomach as his hands moved to my leotard again, pulling the stretchy fabric down to reveal more and more of me. When he reached the mound of my pelvis, I braced my good leg against the drawers and lifted my hips, giving him the freedom to pull the small garment all the way off.

As soon as he slid it down my legs and away, he paused, his chest rising hard and fast with his breaths. I felt the same shock to the bare skin of my lower half as I had when he’d pulled the leotard down past my breasts—a sudden consciousness of the cool air hitting places it hadn’t before, a deep awareness of the fact that no part of me was hidden anymore.

I was unwrapped, undressed, laid bare before Finn.

What I’d told him earlier hadn’t been a lie. I had never thought of myself as the most beautiful girl in the world, but I had liked the way I looked, taken pride in what my body could do, and enjoyed the little things that made it mine and no one else’s. Since the accident, I’d had a harder time finding that same sense of confidence, the same feeling of pride and contentment with my appearance.

But the way Finn was looking at me now made me feel beyond beautiful.

It made me feel wanted.

Desired.

Perfect.

As if he saw all of me, scars and flaws included, and still found the entirety of the picture to be the most stunning thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck. You’re—” He swallowed, biting his bottom lip as heat flared in his eyes. His gaze kept moving over me as his hands roamed my body, gliding over every inch of skin they could reach.

I knew he had just let me do the same to him, and I tried to be patient as he took his fill. But every second that he touched me, an aching need built higher and higher inside my body, until I couldn’t just lay still under his ministrations anymore. I hooked my good leg around him, pressing against his ass to bring him closer as my hands reached desperately for the waistband of