Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,186

perhaps her swearing on some fucking rock that she belonged to us was a load of shit too. But it didn’t feel like it. This right here felt like owning her in the best way, like a zealot owning their goddess through worship. Because that was the only way I could ever truly claim to own her – by making her want to be mine with every inch of her being. And the more time I spent with her, the more the darkness in me wanted that too.

Her moans were getting louder, more demanding as I pumped and teased, drawing her to the very edge of ecstasy and holding her there, teetering on the edge.

“Tell me you’re mine, baby,” I growled, pushing my fingers in as deep as they’d go and making her cry out yet again.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her body quivering against me as I kept my fingers deep and circled my thumb more forcefully.

“Say it, baby,” I demanded, wanting her to admit it in a real way just in this moment. She could feed me bullshit every other time I asked but right here and now, I really did own her and I wanted her to admit it.

“I’m yours,” she gasped, and the demon in me liked that a whole lot.

Her hips rocked on my fingers urgently and I gave her what she ached for as I upped my speed again, working her body into a frenzy as she moaned and panted for me, lost to the sensations I was delivering to her.

“You know what I realised tonight?” I asked her, my mouth grazing her neck as she parted her thighs even wider than the bike required, wanting me to have all the access I needed and more. “You’re an animal just like me. You’re wild and dirty and just a little bit ruined. And I don’t just want to play at owning you anymore. I want you shackled and tethered to me, I want you chained and bound in blood and beyond. And I want you to want it. I’m going to make you want to be mine, Tatum. You’ll want it so bad it will burn you up from the inside out and when the two of us dive into that fire, it’ll burn hotter than the deepest pits of hell.”

“Kyan,” she moaned and I wasn’t sure if she was even lucid enough to understand what I was saying to her as I built the pleasure in her body to breaking point. I could feel her getting tighter as I kept pumping and circling, bliss dancing closer and closer to her as she gave herself to me.

“Tell me you want it, baby,” I offered, my own muscles flexing as I could feel her orgasm building through every single place where her body touched mine.

“Yes,” she gasped breathlessly. “I want it. I want you.”

I groaned against her neck and tasted her sweet flesh beneath my tongue as I pressed my thumb down on her clit and she cried out as pleasure lit her body alight and she shattered against me.

The bike lurched to the left and I snatched my hand from her panties as I grabbed it again, righting us just before we could crash.

She tipped her head back against my shoulder, panting against me and I couldn’t resist biting that sweet spot at the base of her neck so that she cried out again, the pain of my teeth sinking into her skin enhancing the pleasure I’d given her.

“Fuck,” she panted and I laughed darkly as I ripped the throttle back again, the bike pulling up into a wheelie and making her scream for me. Yeah, I could get real used to owning this wild girl.

We sped the rest of the way back to campus and I hid my bike again before pulling her off of it and fastening her fly.

She gave me a hooded look which told me just how good that had felt and I smirked at her as I checked the time on my phone.

“It’s almost midnight,” I cursed, “Come on.” I ignored the countless messages from Saint and Blake demanding to know where we were and ran with her back to the gates.

Porter let us in with a stern look and we kept running all the way to The Temple.

Before we could head up the path to the front door of the church, I pulled her into the trees around back and led her to my window, drawing it open.

We could