Page 20 of Pawn

“Us? You think there’s still an us?”

“It’s always going to be me and you, Medusa,” he says this like he’s thought this through and before I can answer, two of his long fingers slide inside me. No resistance. No pain. And the moan that slips through my lips lets him know how much I actually like it. “Mmm, so,” he grunts, slapping my exposed cheek. “Do we have a deal?”

“D-Damien,” my words come out like a sultry sigh, my body at his mercy. With his hand firm on my ass, he takes that as a cue to pick up his speed. I don’t want him to stop even though I know we should and when his other hand reaches under me, stroking my pearl with his touch, the room blurs. All the agony and pain drift away, my entire body in a heavenly haze.

“Is that a yes?” He rubs my clit fast and hard, bringing me right to the edge. From fifty to one-hundred. He moves one hand, his touch rising off my clit, bringing a finger dripping with my juices to his lips. The way his tongue laps it up as he looks into my eyes makes me break right then and there.

I’m possessed again. “Yes! There!” With his other hand, he finds my spot like a trained miner, my breaths against the sheets. I want him inside me. I want him to take all the confusion and craziness away but all I can say is, “God, yes!”

“That’s what I thought.”

He removes his fingers right when I’m there, but that doesn’t stop my orgasm. My body writhes and squirms even without him.

“I didn’t tell you to come for me, Rowland,” he growls. “I’ll punish you later.”

With a smack on my ass, I’m panting as he unties me, the rope on my skin loosening as the stars from my orgasm fades from my eyes. “Th-that’s not fair!” It’s hard to talk when my body still shivers from his touch. Once the ropes are almost undone, he leans in for a soft, gentle kiss.

Who needs a muscle pack when you’ve got the King? He’s hot and cold in a flash but yet he soothes my muscles inside and out in a way no one else can.

“I own you, Medusa,” he growls near my lips. “Now own that.”

“King?” Christian’s voice calls from downstairs and when I listen, I can hear my sister’s voice greeting Isaac. “Jo?”

“Right on time,” Damien says as I rub my wrists. “Now get dressed, you have class.”

My eyes land on my thighs, red and blue marks on my light brown skin.

“I’m not going to class!” Not like this. Not with a death hanging over my head. “You expect me to go looking like this? After last night?”

“Yeah. I do.” He rises to his feet. “You’re on the line for a scholarship and you’re getting it. All you have to do is show up to class. I’ll handle the rest.”

Knock, knock knock.

There’s a rattle at the door and Damien gets up to crack it open. An olive hand pushes a black garment bag through, “Picked up the stuff you asked me to.” It’s Christian. “Allie could’ve lent her one though.”

Damien grabs the bag and closes the door as I’m scrambling to hide my naked body.

“What the fuck, King?” Christian calls.

Damien places the bag on the bed. “Uniform’s in there. Get dressed.”

“We’re not even gonna talk about this?”

“We did.” He reaches for the door, opening it and I know he’s about to leave if I don’t stop him.

Closing my eyes, I push the words out that I’ve been too afraid to say. “We killed your aunt, Damien!”

SLAM!

The door closes and when I open my eyes, he’s still there. He turns around.

“So what is it?” he asks, jaw tight. “You expect me to feel something for the woman I hardly knew? The bitch who tried to kill me and my girl?”

“No, I—”

“So what is it then?” His arms drop to the side and the coldness in his eyes makes me pull my knees to my chest. “What do you want from me, Rowland?”

I want nothing more than for his big, strong arms to hold me. For this all to be a dream. A nightmare. But I can’t deny it. We’re toxic.

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