Darkmore Penitentiary 2 - Caroline Peckham Page 0,69

before he leapt from the trees at my back. My instincts gave me the time to whirl around to face him, but as his arms locked around me, I was taken down to the ground beneath him.

We hit the ground hard but the moss cushioned our fall as we tumbled across it.

I snarled at him as he caught my wrists and pinned me beneath him, his weight settling between my thighs in a way that felt too damn right to be wrong.

He'd torn his shirt off, presumably when escaping my vines and his bare chest was slick with water as his dark hair dripped down onto my cheeks.

"Yield, little pup?" he questioned, his voice rough and his golden eyes alight with our game.

"Is that really what you think of me, Roary?" I purred, wriggling beneath him in a vague attempt to get free without putting any actual effort into it. "That you can just get me wet with a flick of your fingers and then pin me beneath you and I'll yield like a good, submissive little pup?"

He swallowed thickly at my words, his gaze shifting to my mouth for the briefest moment as the weight of him between my thighs really made me want to moan for him. But I kept my desire locked down tight. I wasn't going to be a slave to that shit anymore and Roary had had far too many opportunities to throw my feelings for him back in my face. It hurt. And I was done hurting for him. At least in any way that he could see.

He’d said it plain and clear. He wanted to remain ‘friends’. Nothing more. And I’d swallowed that rejection down as best I could and closed the door on me and him once and for all. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. But whenever we got this close and his eyes burned with something that was far more than friendship, I sometimes felt the door cracking open again and had to slam it shut tight. I wished there was a key to that motherfucker so I could throw it away for good. But maybe a part of me would always be in love with Roary Night. Maybe the door would always be ajar.

He shifted an inch closer to me, his dick seeming much keener on me than he would ever admit out loud and the moment his grip on my wrists loosened a fraction, I bucked my hips beneath him and snatched my right hand free.

I threw a punch into his side and while he wasted time cursing me, I willed thick vines into existence which wound their way around his hands, cutting off his access to his magic. I threw my weight forward, rolling us over and the moment I was on top of him, I wrapped a hand around his throat and smiled widely.

My vines tightened around his hands, rooting them to the soft moss either side of us and I laughed as Roary swore at me.

"What’s the matter piccolo Leone?" I purred. "Did you really think you could beat me?"

"I think we both know I'm no little Lion, Rosa," Roary growled, rolling his hips beneath me like he was proving a point and I raised an eyebrow at him as I fought not to show him how much I liked the feeling of his hard cock rutting between my thighs like that. For a guy who was supposed be just my friend, his dick certainly had a lot to say to the contrary.

"Non ne so niente," I breathed. I don't know anything about that. "And I don't want to, either."

His brows pinched before he could hide it and I mentally high fived myself for putting his smug ass in his place. Did I love the feeling of his dick rubbing up against me? Hell yeah I did. Did I wish he'd just give in to this heat between us and fuck me until I couldn't think straight? Erm, yeah, duh. But was I going to keep letting him wield his cock power over me? Hell no. I was done with him dick blinding me and making me look like a piccola cagna. Rosalie Oscura was no one's little bitch.

"Looks like we both agree on that then," Roary grunted and I squeezed his throat just a little tighter, enjoying the view from up here, dominating the king of beasts.

"Well, two out of the three of us do anyway," I agreed sweetly, sitting back