Page 56 of Speak

She belongs to the Prescott’s.Notthe Andersons.

When I wake up hours later, she’s straddling me, with nothing but a little flimsy camisole and matching pale pink panties, a kitchen knife to my throat, and my hands are horribly tied with the worst knots I’ve ever seen above my head to her headboard.

I grin lazily, loosening my wrists from the very rope I brought to tie her up in. “You know that scene onGoodfellaswhere Henry wakes up and Karen is pointing a gun straight to his face?”

She tilts her head to the side, brown hair falling over her shoulder, arches a brow in question, those caramel eyes of hers glitter in the morning light that’s peeking through the blinds.

“That scene always got meso fucking hard, Spooks.” I bring my arms down, swipe the knife, pull her to me and wrestle her under me, I hold her hands over her head with one hand. When I see her tits have popped out of her shirt and as she struggles, my dick, hard because it’s morning but also now because she keeps rubbing against me, I growl. “Quit moving or I’m going to slip my dick into you.”

She stops.

“Don’t want me to fuck you?”

She shakes her head.

I dip my head down and tug one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. Her thighs spread farther apart and her back arches, shoving her tit deeper into my mouth. I glower up at her, herface contorted in a mixture of agony and lust. I chuckle darkly. Shehatesthat it’s me making her feel good. “You like that, don’t you?”

She bites her lip and I reach down, playing with the side hem of her panties, “Fuck, Spooks. You’re fuckingsoaking.” I pull the waistband of her panties up, her puffy little naked pussy lips trapping the material between them in the sexiest camel toe I’ve ever seen. I pull them aside and hiss. “God you look…tiny.” My lizard brain sends signals to the beast in me. “Are you a virgin, Raven?”

She nods, lips curled in, eyes closed.

Excitement spreads throughout my entire body. No wonder Jonas was so fucked up over her. The glee I feel is like a child’s. He never fucked her. Nobody has. I pull my cock out, rubbing the length of me over her slit, the head of my cock against her clit, hearing her breath hitching, watching the gentle bounce of her breasts with each breath. All of this combined with the feel of her clit rubbing against me, watching her pussy get creamy… fuck it’s too much.

Except when I look at her face, tears are spilling over I lose my boner –quick. I tuck myself back in and release her hands and she immediately slaps me, then with her foot she shoves me off the bed. I fall to the floor and start tugging my clothes back on. “I may be a son of a bitch but I’m not a fucking rapist. Tears don’t do it for me. When and if I take you…” I tug her me and kiss her plump lips. “You’ll bebeggingfor it.”

I let her shove me off and I walk out of the room, blowing her a kiss. “I’ll be back tonight, honey. Wait up or don’t.”

Later, after I get a bite to eat and I open the front door, I'm hit with Nerf gun bullets in the face. All weekend long she’s a fucking nightmare… Until I find a mask in her brother’s room andhisNerf gun and it’s game fucking on. I live with twelve other frat guys. This is nothing.

If I’m left unsuspecting? She finds a way to slap me with deli meat or cheese or a soggy tortilla. When I shower, she turns off the boiler. Which is fine. I need an ice-cold shower for my muscles but when I step out of the shower with my balls and cock shriveled... she takes a fuckingpicture. I had to chase her around the house, cock out and ass naked until I finally caught her and deleted the thing.

At one point, the little prankster trips me by putting clear saran wrap at the bottom of the door leading into her room. She thenmakes me face plant right into more saran wrap by putting it at eye-level and I fall on my ass. Guess what else she does with the fucking saran wrap? Puts it under the toilet seat so my piss goes all over the place. Including my eleven-hundred-dollar Crystal Mesh Gucci shoes.

I spend the rest of my stay at Casa de Cuervos pissing in her little gothic garden filled with dahlias, black dragon roses and Votaniki Nightrider Lilies.

The only time she isn’t annoying the shit out of me is when she’s exhausted herself and she naps (I pull her in my lap) or she’s eating (my doing) or she’s reading.

Sunday morning I wake up, there’s a knife to my throat, and her rope tying skills are a lot better. Then a day of pranks and annoying me proceeds.

It's… it’s the most fun I’ve had in my life.

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She avoids me. All week.

So does Jonas.

Except late at night, when I can’t sleep, I sneak out of SDC, onto campus and into her dorm room and play with her palm-filling tits and then cuddle her. Which is fucking ridiculous. Chase Prescott does notcuddle. Chase Prescottfucks and discards… but lately the only way I can sleep more than two hours at a time is by… holding her at night. By Thursday night, she was already waiting for me. She pulls the blanket back when I kick off my shoes and climb into bed.

I push her tits together, thumbing her hard pink nipples trying to get both in my mouth, nipping, sucking, laving my tongue from one to the other. I’m making a mess, loving the way they glitter with my spit. “Come to the game on Friday, baby.” She tenses at the word. “Come to the game. Wearmyjersey. Putmynumber on your face. Please?”

She moves her shoulder in a shrug.

“Let me claim you at the party. Let them know you’re mine. This isn’t about Jonas, anymore.” I admit. I don’t know when this turned into her being stuck in my head at all times. The need to be with her at all times. “I don’t want to hide this anymore. I want themall to know you belong to me. That I’m the one that gets to suck on these perfect fucking tits.” I move my head further down, licking to her navel. “That I get to kiss this pussy.” And I do. I kiss her slit over her panties and she wiggles her hips. “I know, I know.” She’s not ready. I’ve fucked my fist so much this week my wrist hurts.

I have to figure out how to get out of marrying Priscilla. If Raven belongs to the Prescott’s then she’ll belong tome. It’s all I can fucking think about when she's sleeping soundly next to me… even when she's thrashing… I like that I can soothe her with just the sound of my voice.

She doesn’t come to the game Friday night, in which we annihilated Black Thorne.

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