Page 7 of Something Borrowed

“You aren’t going anywhere, little vixen. I’m not done with you.”

“Oh. Well, who says I’m not done with you?”

I shake my head. “Is everything with you a challenge?” I growl, lifting Verity and throwing her over my shoulder to carry her upstairs to my bedroom.

I toss her onto my bed and stand looking down at her while I get undressed.

She grins, rolls onto her stomach, and moves so that she is on all fours with her ass pointed right at me. And of course - she’s not wearing any panties because I tore those from her body.

My cock is hard again.

She giggles and sits up on her knees to take her dress off and throw it at me. Then she looks over her shoulder at me with a smirk.

I climb onto the bed and push her back down onto her stomach, shoving her hard against the mattress. I spread her legs wide with my legs and plunge my cock into her from behind.

Her screams get muffled against the pillow as her face is pushed into it. I fuck her hard, grunting every time I thrust forward.

I hear her giggle and take it as a challenge. Threading my fingers through her hair, I pull hard, arching her back and pulling her head towards me.

She is gasping and moaning and loving the games we’re playing.

And I can’t fucking get enough of her.

I don’t know what time we pass out, tangled in each other - exhausted and satisfied.

I can smell her hair spread out over my pillow and my chest.

She smells like dark strawberries and magnolia.

When I fall asleep, I dream of chasing her through the woods while she runs, always head of me, just out of reach, laughing at that mischievous little giggle of hers.

CHAPTER THREE

Verity

The blissful unawareness of sleep drifts away from me as my body wakes up.

At first I don’t know where I am. The room is unfamiliar, the bedding is dark grey, something smells like musk and pine. A rich, dark scent that makes my skin tingle.

My cheek is resting on a very solid, very muscular chest and the sun is right on my face, too bright.

Far too bright.

Blinking away the glaring pain behind my eyeballs, I push my memory around until it wakes up and registers where I am and what happened last night.

Oh no.

That’s not good at all.

I should not have done that.

Of all the stupid ideas I’ve ever come up with, this one has to be top of the list.

RufinoVece. What the hell was I thinking?

If my father ever finds out…

I don’t even want to think about it. This is too much - I need to go. Should go right now. Before he even wakes up.

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