Page 76 of Cruel Crown

As soon as I got in the tent, I started to remove my jacket, while Gideon zipped us inside. I removed my boots and just stayed inside my fleece underclothes.

“You should know everything,” I said as I got under the covers.

Gideon was removing his outside clothes as well when he answered. “Yeah, finally going to tell me your name?”

“Everything,” I whispered. “And if you decide to leave, I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

My words seemed to anger him. He was on me in seconds, gently pushing me back so I lay on the bed with him on top of me.

“Get it in your fucking little head, there’s nothing you could say or do to scare me off. You tried killing and stranding me, but that shit didn’t work. Some fucking confession won’t do shit either,” he spat. His cold hand made me jump when he put it under my shirt and on my belly.

“I went to see Franco,” I said.

His hand went lower, his fingertips massaging my mound.

“I know. I’m betting you got what you wanted,” he said as his middle finger slowly disappeared between my folds.

“He’s going to help me,” I said breathlessly as he slipped another finger inside.

“Yeah? And what did he want in return?” he bit out as he inserted three fingers inside me. They burned, but I liked it. The way they spread fire over my body. He brought them in and out, and my legs spread to allow him more room.

“What did you give him, Petal? Because your body, this pussy, it’s all mine now.” He fucked me harder with his fingers, and I let out a tortured moan.

“A spy…” I managed to say. “He wants someone inside.” That seemed to calm him a bit. His movements became more gentler, slower, the intensity causing me to break out in shivers.

“So fucking wet for me, Petal,” he said, pleased and in awe. He pulled his fingers back and started to play with my clit.

I started moaning and whimpering, and he began to breathe slowly, not stopping his ministrations. He was getting off on it as much as I was.

“Gideon,” I moaned, and he brought his mouth down to kiss me. His lips were possessive, his fingers asserting dominance over me. I screamed my release into his mouth, and he took it all.

When I was done, he pulled back, biting my lip hard enough that I whimpered with pain, but I loved how possessive he was when it came to my pleasure.

“Fuckkk,” he said as he licked his fingers.

“Want me to return the favor?” I grinned.

He pulled down his joggers, his dick long and thick. “It’s the bloody right thing to do, love.”

“I don’t have to if I don’t want to.” I glared at him. He had a way of bringing down my orgasmic high.

He straddled my shoulders and put his hand on my jaw. “Petal, just for that, I’m going to make you choke on it.”

He didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do. And something in my heart soared when I realized he had been holding back because my face was injured. This man, he was so many things to everyone. A chameleon, always blending in, adapting to the emotions of others, and somehow, he had it in him to be soft for me.

When he came, I swallowed every last drop. He lay next to me, both of us content.

“I fucking hate you two,” a voice said from outside the tent.

Gideon crawled to open the tent, and I sat up. Bastian came in, his nose pink and his cheeks red.

“How long have you been outside?” I asked.

He answered in a horrible British accent. “Your pussy is all mine now.”

“Why didn’t you just announce your presence?” I asked again.

He scoffed. “I’m not a cockblocker.”

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