Page 92 of My Summer Girl

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Raevar

Promise – Romeo Santos

My body burns with too many emotions. Lust, excitement, nervousness, but most importantly safety. Not only did the conversation with Dulce ease the worry in my chest, it settled the part of me that felt guilt daily. Part of me wonders if it should’ve been as easy as it turned out.

Vex leans into Dulce and I’m unsure of what they say to her, but she shivers and her skin seems to blush.

I lay on my back on the massive bed, loving that Vera thought to give Dulce and Vex our biggest ones. Her not being here seems criminal, but I know soon, she’ll be unable to resist the pull.

Dulce climbs onto the bed, and she’s not even trying to be seductive, but with her eyes on me, crawling toward me, I’m a goner.

My cock stiffens and her gaze immediately goes to it. Her jaw falls open, her tongue peeking out from the edge. When she meets my expression with her own filled with pride, a rumble leaves my chest.

“Mate marks,” Vex explains, their voice one of control and calm. My heart hammering in my chest is anything but calm in response to the intrigue on Dulce’s face.

“Sweetness,” I croak, noticing the exact moment she decides to touch me. Before she gets the chance, Vex chuckles, gripping her ankle.

“Uh, uh, dove. Punishment time.”

“Spoil sport,” she whines, her eyes closing before her eyes land on mine. “I’m sorry, Raev. They’re going to torture us both.”

Goosebumps tickle up my body, hardening my nipples as a result. Vex peers around Dulce with the evilest expression.

“Rules are simple.”

Dulce sits back on her heels while Vex presses her knees wider, exposing her pussy to me. Her arousal hits me and my nostrils flare as I barely restrain the desire to lean forward and lick her clean.

“No touching without permission,” they direct, staring at my outstretched hand. “No orgasms until you’ve atoned for your discretions.”

I feel a sudden twitch in my groin as I notice the wicked glimmer in their gaze, but I quickly take a deep breath, desperately trying to regain control over my own urges.

“And most importantly, you’re to do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Vex,” Dulce replies with the neediest voice I’ve ever wrenched from her.

“Yes, Sir,” I nearly growl, feeling so far from control.

A smirk plays at their lips as their hand presses against our girl’s thigh. “Our mate is a pain princess,” they explain. “She loves to hurt.”

“So, this isn’t really a punishment?” I dare ask, wanting to break every rule and touch her. She’s spread open, her thick thighs flexing with her need to move.

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