Page 30 of Hellfire

“Fuck. My sister.” Gable drew back, stabbing a hand through his wavy dark locks, disheveled from where I ran my fingers through them. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I was used to cockblocks in the classroom. My single bed was a cockblock in of itself when it couldn’t fit all three of my Academy men on it!

Gable’s forefinger strummed my lips like a musical instrument. “You’re still staying. I won’t let you leave.” He parted my mouth, slowly inserting his digit, and I wrapped myself around him. “You’re mine tonight. Fuck what the Guild has to say about it.” He hissed as I drew him deeper.

I loved the assertive note in his voice and that he went after what he wanted with every fiber of his being. This man could teach me a lot about that.

“You better stop that, Princess,” he hummed low and resonantly. “Or I’ll fuck you so hard, we’ll break that window.” His threat went straight to my pussy.

Despite his warning, he pumped his finger inside me, his eyes round, and zeroed in on my mouth. I wanted to sink to my knees and take his thick, hungry length into my mouth. Not yet. Tonight, when Mary retired to the bedroom. Then he was all mine. His cock all mine. His mouth on my pussy, delivering on his promise.

He removed his finger, nipped my bottom lip a final time, and claimed my hand, taking me away from his shop. “My dick hates me right now.”

I squeezed his ass and made him groan. “You can make it up to your dick tonight.”

I admired his profile as we cut through his shop. The lean frame of his torso, strong back, and fit arms, snug in his fitted crew neck steel-blue shirt.Bucklejeans hugged his long legs andfine ass. A body muscled from carrying boxes, playing guitar, and yoga. Smaller than Cole and Talon’s in height and width, but no less sexy. Wavy raven hair that rolled like the notes of his voice, long enough to cover his brows and lashes. Cheeks and lips dipped in pink.

We emerged into his apartment, dimly lit with half the lights on and candles flickering on his small dining and coffee table. The scent of wild berries teased my nose, overpowering the sharp tang of cheddar on the cheesy bread on the counter.

Mary waited for us, standing just inside the doorway, eyes lowered to the floor, hands pressed tightly to her sides like a soldier awaiting an order. She looked more like her brother every day, with raven hair, gray eyes, dark lashes and the tinge of pink on her lips and cheeks. I gave her a good six months of sorting herself out before guys would be knocking down Gable’s door to date the shy beauty.

“Welcome, Princ… Luna.” She bowed her head and held it low.

Nope. We weren’t doing this again. I lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. “You don’t have to bow, look down or do any of that formal crap. I’m normal, the same as you. No better than anyone.”

But you love the princess title,my mind reminded me.

I pulled her in for a hug, and she tightened as if she expected me to hurt her. “Gable told me you got sunglasses today. Show me.”

When I released her, her mouth scrunched into a part smile, part uncertain expression. “Okay.”

She scurried away to retrieve them, completing an order, not out of enthusiasm for her new gift. Mary would take her time to adjust to her new way of life, to process that she had autonomy and a say in her life when it had previously been dictated to her. At least, that was how Gable explained it to me, as well as myimpression from brief memories of my grandfather forcing me to abide by his will.

Gable helped me out of my jacket and hung it on his coat rack on the wall. He kissed me, stirring the lingering heat in my mouth and core, then broke away. We moved into the kitchen, my man loading two trays of nachos into the oven to heat and setting the timer.

“Got time for a quick game ofExploding Kittens?” He poured me a bourbon andCokeand himself a straight glass, no ice. “I’ve been teaching Mary, and she’s getting good.”

A huge smile crept up on my face at how patient he was with his sister, teaching her how to survive and cope in a new setting.

“I love you a little more.” I reached out my spare hand and he took it, walking me to the kitchen table, seating me, and marking me with a kiss that tingled all over.

Wearing his typical cocky grin, he rested his glass next to the waiting card box and returned to the kitchen and grabbed the cheesy bread, situating it in front of me. We sat at ninety-degree angles to each other because of the square table, taking turns feeding each other the bread. When we finished it off, he leaned back, his eyebrow lifting, eyes narrowing as he removed the cards and shuffled.

“Trying to psyche me out, Rock god?” I licked the rim of my glass and sipped at my drink.

He pressed a hand to his chest. “Me? Play dirty?” He wagged a finger in my direction. “That’s your game, Princess, licking your glass like that.”

I leaned forward, squishing my breasts against his table, his eyes straying to the bulge in my blouse. “Big talk from?—"

Mary came to sit with us, wearing the sunglasses inside, and interrupting our flirting operation. I shut that down for later when we were alone.

I hid my smile at her innocence behind my hand. “Red really suits you.” The color brought out the cherry notes in her raven hair.

“Thank you, Princ… I’m sorry. Luna.” She slid the frames from her face.

“Don’t be sorry.” I squeezed her wrist, and she flinched, but didn’t move away this time, touch getting easier for her. “Your brother tells me you’re pretty good atExploding Kittens.”

Her smile warmed and she blushed. “I’m learning.”

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