Page 64 of Envy

“I’m clean,” he adds, voice tight, rough. “But I’m coming inside you, Rose. Do you understand?”

I nod, breathless. “I’m on birth control.”

A wicked smile curls his lips. “Okay.” He flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up, slamming into me from behind.

A shocked moan escapes me as his fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back. His teeth scrape over my shoulder, his tongue soothing the bite.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans. His hands roam—skimming over my breasts, teasing my nipples as his thrusts slow, deep, measured. He rubs his nose over my cheek, breathing me in. “This pussy,” he growls,thrusting harder. “Is fuckingperfect.”

I cry out, gripping the sheets, lost in the rhythm of him. His lips find mine, devouring me as he fucks me—owns me. His thrusts turn frantic. His body tightens.

“Fuck—Rose, I’m gonna come.”

His words slur against my lips, his voice desperate, wrecked. His movements become erratic, his fingers digging into my hips, his cock pulsing—hot, thick, endless. My body clenches,milking him.

He keeps moving. Keeps fucking me. Keeps worshipping me.

His arms wrap around me as he rolls us, my back pressed to his chest as he fucks me slow, lazy, deep—like he never wants to leave.

Billie Eillish’sLovelyplays through the house speakers as he kisses my neck, whispering words against my skin. “You’re perfect, Rose.” His breath skims my ear, fire erupting in its wake. His hand presses over my heart. “I promise,” he whispers. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

I turn my head, catching his lips. And for the first time…

I believe him.

GARRET

“I heardyou’ve been spending time with a Prey around town,” Draven’s father says, lighting a cigar.

The other members of the Order watch me, waiting for a reaction. The old man is bringing it up to make a point—Rose is off-limits. It’s been three weeks since I first tasted her, and I can’t get enough.

“I have,” I admit easily.

John shifts in his seat, his anger a live wire beneath his skin. He watches all fifty members in their respective chairs but says nothing.He knows better. Someone else needs to take his place—someone more deserving. Because John Strauss doesn’t deserve to sit here. He doesn’t even deserve to breathe for what he’s done to my girl.

I scan the room, noting the familiar faces. All members of the Order are present, but there’sone other person I’m interested in seeing. Leonidas, he looks away but he’s getting it now.

“Nice piece of ass,” Alaric’s grandfather comments, exhaling a slow puff of smoke.

I let it slide.

He must have helped Alaric uncover Rose’s past, so I’ll let him talk. He doesn’t mean anything by it, and I can’t blame him.

Rose does have a nice ass. And I’ve been fucking that ass all night, every night.

Still, baby steps.

She needs to trust me before I introduce her to my darker tastes.

John grunts. I turn to him, my glare cutting like a blade.

“Problem, Strauss?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm.

“She’s not yours,” he states triumphantly, his chin lifting.

I smile.

I can see the flicker of uncertainty in his gaze.

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