Page 108 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

“At least lock the door.” I say, my tone verging on pleading as my gaze ping pongs back and forth between her and the door.

Rhys flew to Chicago to get Thayer back so Rogue and Bellamy are the only other people here, but if he walks in and sees Six like this, I’ll throw acid in his eyes, his girlfriend be damned.

I groan when her bra falls down her arms, revealing her tits and that piercing whose sole reason for existence I'm convinced is to taunt me.

I’m somewhere between turned on by how fucking hot she is, frustrated by my lack of control in this situation, and driven to insanity by thoughts of anyone else seeing her like this.

“I’m fine with it being open.”

I growl, my lip curling back to reveal my teeth. “Run while you still can.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

Six is half good girl, half rebel. Half innocent, half temptress and seductress. Two sides to one coin, both of which I want to belong to me and only me.

“Whatever you do to me, know that I’m going to do tenfold to you. I’m going to draw out every orgasm and every moment of pleasure into pain. I won’t stop until you’re screaming for mercy and even then, I won’t give it to you.”

“Show me your worst.”

I growl and it turns into a groan as I watch her remove her panties and pick them up, holding them in her hand.

“Give those to me.” I grunt, my voice nothing more than a guttural rasp.

“Where do you want them? In your hand? Your shirt pocket?” She asks, standing unabashedly naked in front of me.

“Rub them against my face, let me smell you.”

She blushes and sadistic satisfaction rumbles in my chest at regaining a tiny portion of control.

She does as I ask, coming closer to me and bringing them up to my face. I dip my head and rub my nose all over her panties, inhaling deep breaths like a man gasping for air.

“Fuck, you smell good.”

“What do I smell like?”

I give her a dark look. “Like someone who can’t wait to be fucked.”

A shiver runs over her skin and she makes the mistake of leaning closer, getting within range of my mouth. I snap forward so quickly that she has no time to react as I bite down on one of her tits, sucking it into my mouth.

She cries out in pain and I keep the pressure of my teeth around her hard nipple, sucking at her like it’s my job. Her nails run up the back of my neck and through my buzzed hair, sending a matching shiver through my own body.

Her hand closes around the front of my throat and squeezes, pushing me back and off of her. I let go with a displeased noise.

“Careful,” I warn, leaning my head back against the chair and looking up at her as she keeps her hold on my throat. “I will make you pay for this.”

“Promises, promises.”

My eyes flash with something dangerous and she swallows, the first visible crack in her confidence. She releases my throat and moves to the buttons of my shirt as she sits back down on my lap.

“No.” I snarl, my voice firm and with a hint of desperation. “Shirt stays on, Six. New rule otherwise we stop this right now.”

She’s made several attempts to get me shirtless over the past few weeks. I should have known it’d be the first thing she’d try the moment she had me tied up.

Her hands fall limply onto her lap. “What are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing that concerns you.” I snap, “This is just fun, remember?”

She gives a sad shake of her head. “Why won’t you let me see? How can you claim that I belong to you when you won’t give me any part of you in return?”

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