now?" he countered and I tutted.
"I belong to all of you," I said simply.
"I take my vows very seriously and I intend on honouring them," he said, smirking. “I also have a far bigger claim on you now, so we will just have to see how well the guys behave before I decide if I’ll share you.”
I opened my eyes, frowning at him. Was he for real? "Kyan," I sighed. "I may be your wife, but I’m not just yours. Besides, I’m not exactly wifey material.”
He squeezed my ass then my waist, then my breasts. "Naw, you seem like the perfect wifey material to me."
I snorted, noticing he hadn’t responded to the first part of what I’d said. "I mean it, asshole."
"Me too, bitch," he tossed back with a smirk.
"God you're infuriating." I rolled back to rest against the pillow and he laid his head down beside mine, his breath on my neck enough to get me turned on again already.
"By the morning you'll be so sated on my cock that you'll never be infuriated with me again," he commented and I rolled my eyes which made a challenge flare in his.
He moved over me, sliding down between my legs and starting to drive me wild again with his tongue, his eyes on mine the whole time. I sighed as I let my thighs widen and he laughed throatily into my flesh like he’d won something. Damn him to hell.
***
I woke to a strange buzzing noise and took in a long breath through my nose as I rolled onto my back, the sheets tangled around me. I cracked an eye, spotting Kyan across the room at the desk in front of the door, hunched over in his chair. He was butt naked and had something laid out on the desk before him.
I slid out of bed, walking across the room and pressing my hand to his shoulder as I leaned over to see what he was doing. He had a tattoo gun in his hand and was finishing up marking something around his ring finger.
"What do you think, baby?" He placed the gun down, showing it to me and I gasped as I realised he'd tattooed my name there with a skull above it that matched the one on my ring. It actually looked pretty cool.
"I guess you can always tattoo over it if we get a divorce," I teased.
He grabbed my waist, yanking me down onto his lap and his hardening dick as he clutched my naked body against his. "We won't," he growled angrily, grabbing my chin between his rough finger and thumb and forcing me to look him in the eye. "Ever. You're mine."
I frowned, brushing my fingers over his cheeks. "It's not like I want to divorce you. But what about after we graduate-"
"So what? Wherever you go, I'll follow," he said fiercely, squeezing my jaw. "You're my wife."
I couldn’t deny how good that sounded on his lips and a part of me wished it could last forever. I just wasn’t sure how a future for us was going to work out.
He wrapped his hand in my hair, a snarl on his lips. "Stop worrying," he demanded then lowered his hand between my thighs. “I will never let you get away.”
I stood up, pushing away from him with a grin as I strode to the bed and started trying to tug it away from the bathroom door. "I need to pee."
Kyan came up behind me, leaning down and rubbing his hard dick against my ass as he dragged the bed out a foot. I shot him a smirk before I jumped onto the bed, heading across it and slipping into the bathroom.
I peed, showered and took in the love bites all over my breasts and neck which were the worst case of Saint bait I'd ever seen.
"Fucking Kyan," I muttered, but I was smiling as I stepped back into his room wrapped in a towel. He had one of his wife beaters waiting for me and a pair of his boxer shorts too, grinning like a savage as he walked forward, tugging my towel off and helping me into them. "Perfect," he announced, admiring the love bites that were on full display with a smug grin.
"You're going to invoke the wrath of the devil before we've even had breakfast," I sing-songed and he shrugged.
"That's my plan, wife." He smacked me on the ass then dragged his desk out of the way of the door, wrapping his