Page 71 of Sinful Skulls
He places one hand over my mouth and then latches onto my neck with his teeth, biting down hard. I scream from the pain as I come. His cock continues to claim me, over and over again until we’re both leaning over the sink, breathing hard.
“Fuck, we’re going to kill each other,” he jokes.
“I’ll gladly die with your cock inside me,” I tell him, and he laughs.
He gives my ass one final smack before he helps me clean up. “You were on that bitch faster than a New York minute.”
“Yeah, well, I overheard them talking about you.”
He places his forehead to mine. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”
“I can’t claim I was an angel before I met you, but I promise I’ve never had a serious relationship with any of the women here.”
“I believe you, Brody. It’s okay.”
He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Jesse must really like you. She let you touch her knife.”
I laugh lightly. “Is that an honor?”
“Straight up.”
I sigh and lean my face against his chest. “It’s strange. I feel more at home here with you than I’ve ever felt anywhere else in the world.”
“It’s because this is where you belong.”
He turns me around and begins to braid my hair. “What are you doing?”
“I want every motherfucker out there to see that you’re mine.”
I glance in the mirror, spotting the bite mark on my neck. “Brody!” My fingers dance over the bruise that’s forming. I can still feel the indents from his teeth.
He laughs as he digs in the cabinet drawer for a hair tie. When he’s done, he tugs my head back by the braid and kisses me on the tip of my nose. “Ready to go back out?”
“Yeah.”
As we’re stepping outside, I stop him. “Would you have let me kill her?”
He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “I would kill or die for you, Daisy.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“I would never let you do something that would jeopardize your safety, but if that knife would have slipped, I would have gladly dug the hole for you.”
“My dark angel.” I rub my hand over his chest, and he chuckles.
When we get outside, he lets go of my hand and jumps up on a picnic table. I glance around nervously.What the hell is happening now?!He whistles loudly and someone cuts the music. Jackson tosses him a black leather vest.
“Since there seems to be a lot of club gossip going around,” he narrows his eyes at the group of scantily dressed women, “I’m going to put it to rest right now.” Brody’s gaze roams over everyone else before he jumps back down beside me.
He holds the vest in front of my face, showing me the back. It readsProperty of Brody. My hand goes to my chest, knowing this must be a great honor in his world.
Everyone is quiet.
“What do you say?”
I nod like an idiot, wondering how the hell I’m going to explain all of this to my parents. But I don’t care about any of that right now, because I’m officially Brody’s old lady.
