Page 68 of Into The Darkness

“Come on, sir, show me what a bad little girl I have been.” The words slipped from my mouth, and my eyes went wide. “Was that weird?”

He paused, and his eyes told me the answer before the words escaped from his lips.

“Mi amor, that must have been the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me, so absolutely not.” He continued thrusting inside of me, hitting deep in my clenched pussy. “Tell me, what has my dirty little slut been up to that’s going to get her in trouble?”

I looked up at him, delirious in a state of bliss, knowing I was so close to coming all over his cock.

“I touched myself yesterday instead of calling you,” I purred.

“You did, mi amor?” He leaned down so his face was just over mine. “When you touched yourself were you thinking of me?”

He slowed his pace, edging my orgasm. He knew I was almost there but wasn’t giving it to me until I played this charade.

“Yes.” I nodded.

He stopped, the grinding of my hips the only movement between us.

“Were you thinking of this moment between us?”

“Y-y-esss . . .”

“Did I make you come?” Another nod.

Thrust.

“Next time you’re desperate for my cock, you are going to tell me.”

“I swear.” I agreed, and he laughed before thrusting into me. One. Last. Time.

My orgasm shook through my body, and the heat ignited inside the tent. Of all I knew, we were sitting on a tropical beach and not a rock in the middle of winter in a forest.

“Yes, Ash. Yes. Yes. Yes.” I sunk deep into the pillows as he pulled out of me.

He grabbed me a blanket and cleaned me up before I drew my jeans back up.

He lay next to me for a moment before we made eye contact.

“I need you to tell me what you wanted to say before we had sex.” Forget what I said earlier. I needed to hear those words come from his mouth. I needed to know what I was feeling, especially right now, was the same thing he was. Because this thing between us was so much bigger than I had thought. Words weren’t enough to describe the way I felt for Ash, but it was as if my soul belonged to him.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, but . . .”

Shit. I wasn’t expecting a but. I was expecting a period at the end of that sentence. I want you to be my girlfriend. Period. I love you. Period. I feel so much for you, but a but?

“What?” I straightened up, zipped up my pants, hooked my bra, and threw on my shirt.

“That sentence shouldn’t have come with a but at the end of it.” I huffed as I fumbled for my jacket. It was in here somewhere . . .

“I need to tell you something, Ember. Will you fucking sit down?” he demanded, his voice cool, and I stared at him before sitting cross legged on the opposite side of the tent.

“Real fucking mature,” he responded, so I thought of the only logical thing to do and stuck my tongue out at him.

“In order for you to be my girlfriend, there is something we need to do for, erm, well, the Den.”

I laughed and threw my hands up in the air. “Of course there is. It is always about the Den.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Go on.”

“There is this ritual, so to speak . . .” He continued to explain exactly what was needed at the Den. He told me that before the parties started on Saturdays, anyone who was officially declaring themselves off the market needed to do this, allowing the members of the Den one last chance at a small taste at the girl before they could date.

I stared at him, not moving. He paused, waiting for me to chime in. The eerie silence coated the tent, aside from the birds squawking outside, there was absolutely nothing.

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