Page 108 of Until I Own You

Seth grabs my ponytail and yanks it back so my neck is exposed to him. He ghosts his lips up and down my neck. If this is how I learn Seth is a vampire, that’s fine with me. Bleed me dry, baby.

“And then you put your hair in this…when you know that this–”

He tugs again, and I cry out, the sting spiking through my scalp, sending electricity through my body.

“This is mine. This is for me.” Seth presses his face against my jaw. “For us.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been teasing me,” he mutters.

“I didn’t mean to,” I reply in earnest.

Seth is quiet for a few moments. “I know,” he finally croaks, a dark and pained sound. “I can’t do this. I can’t pretend like everything is as it was between us, Bridget.”

“Me either,” I exhale.

Well, we made it less than twenty-four hours pretending we aren’t anything more than begrudging stepsiblings. “We can…we just have to be secret about it, okay? We can do that. We’ve done it so far.”

Seth looks me in the eye, expression unreadable. Not the same composure he has in the Underground. There’s a brokenness in his eyes I don’t know how to repair. Because I don’t know where it comes from.

Two of his fingers slide between the towel and my skin.

He pulls until the towel loosens and falls to the ground. “Yes, we are good at keeping a secret.”

The world stills. Our eyes locked, his fingers now toying with the string of my bikini bottoms.

“Kiss me,” he says, as easy as a breath.

I touch his cheek with tenderness. Though he’s rough with me, that’s what I sense he requires.

I let my fingers toy with his chestnut hair before pressing an insistent kiss to his lips.

Seth undoes the bikini fully as our lips and tongues dance. It falls to the floor at my feet.

And with suddenness, just the way this encounter began, he spins me around so my ass is pressed against his cock again.

His hand presses against my collarbone. “I’m gonna fuck you right here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The sound of fabric shuffling aside. The weight of his bare cock against my ass.

“I’m going to make you come right here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His teeth graze my earlobe. “And I don’t care if anybody hears or sees. Because you’re mine.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Seth slides his cock between my thighs, coating himself in my essence. “Say it. That you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Sir.”

“Damn fucking right.”

The head of his cock pops into my wet center.

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