Page 40 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

I feel the swell of her perfect breast and think about the fact that if I move my thumb a few inches to the side, I’ll be able to flick that piece of jewelry.

Behind us, everyone has gotten into the elevator. The door closes and it begins to go down.

She shifts her feet under the guise of repositioning them, but a player recognizes a player. Just like I moved earlier to feel her piercing, she shifts to rub up against my cock.

If she continues to rub up against me, I’m going to come in my jeans right here next to five of my closest friends.

She peeks up at me from below her eyelashes and gives me a look that flames my blood. She finds my eyes already fixated on her, taking in the way she blushes, how her pulse speeds up and thrashes against her skin, and how her eyes move skittishly around us, making sure no one sees this erotic scene.

Meanwhile, I’m busy taking in how well she reacts to my touch.

And I want to see more.

I move my thumb those couple inches until it just barely grazes the jewelry. She gasps softly but otherwise stands frozen, shocked by my bold move.

I tuck my thumb under the metallic bar and then flick it upward. She moans and I almost fucking lose it.

It’s barely audible so no one else hears it, thank fuck, but it’s the most carnal sound I’ve ever heard. Like an animal calling for its mate.

It takes every iota of control I possess not to fuck her against the wall in front of our audience.

The last time I saw her, I had her pinned against the ground as I called her a slut and now she’s letting me play with her nipple, her eyes unfocused with lust.

I flick the barbell again and her knees wobble. “I can’t believe your nipples’ pierced,” I purr against her ear, completely lost now, my nose buried in her hair like I’d wanted, “Aren’t you supposed to be a good girl?”

The hand not playing with her hard peak slides a touch lower down her back until my fingers brush the top of her ass.

“I am,” She assures, her voice breathy and nothing more than a whisper.

“Good girls don’t have their nipples pierced. Do you have both?”

“Just the one.” She corrects and now I'm the one who almost moans. Why does that feel infinitely hotter?

“Part angel, part devil.” I note. “I’m surprised.”

“I don’t care if you hate it.” She throws out.

I chuckle low in my throat, careful to not draw attention to us, but all the lads are busy entertaining someone else. I use my hold on her hips to pull her even tighter against me, pushing my erection into her flesh.

“Apparently this is the one thing about you that Idon’thate,” I point out caustically.

She shivers again and I swear I hear the connection between us audibly spark to life. But this is the new Six, and she doesn’t shy away anymore.

“Well, it’s not for you.”

The elevator dings on the ground floor and she looks over her shoulder as the doors open. I know I’m about to lose her here, but I’m not letting her walk out on that fucked up announcement.

My fingers flex on her hips until my nails dig into the skin hard enough to draw blood. Using my other hand, I wrap my thumb and index around her pierced nipple and pinch.

She cries out softly, but this time loud enough for Rhys to hear as he gets off the elevator. He quirks an eyebrow at us and smirks but doesn’t say anything before he leaves.

“Who the fuck is it for then?” I snarl, pulling on her nipple cruelly.

She arches into me and her hands dig into my shirt desperately. Thoughts of ripping her clothes off and slamming into her, fucking her hard against the wall assault me again until I feel dizzy.

I never even thought about the fact that she might have gotten this for another guy. We just came back from summer break; she could have met someone while she traipsed around Europe with Nera.

That’s it. Next time I’m on IG, I’m following her so I can see what she’s doing at all times.

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