Page 83 of Corrupted Pleasure
“That’s not fair,” she protested. “I’ve known her for a lot longer. Besides, she's my friend.”
My lips curved into a smile. “Have you told her about me eating your pussy?” Her ivory cheeks flamed crimson and I got my answer. I chuckled. “Then this should be no problem.”
“Getting married is a mistake,” she insisted. “You insist I marry you, fine. Just to keep my grandfather safe.” She didn’t say parents.She didn’t know anything about them. “But I won’t tell my friends if we get married. It won’t last anyhow.”
I shrugged my shoulders, though something about that statement bothered me. I didn’t care to evaluate it. I shouldn’t care, but fuck if I’d start caring about the morality of my actions now. And contrary to her belief, our marriage would last.
Till death do us part.
“I don’t care about the particulars, Davina,” I said coolly. “But you’ll be my wife and find yourself in my bed every night. And you’ll get the girls to leave the dorms and stay at my house.”
“Here?”
“No, not the penthouse. My house in the city. The same one where you spied on me jacking off in the shower.”
And just like that her cheeks flamed again. Fuck, I loved riling her up.
“All three of them?” she breathed, her voice hoarse.
“Yes, Wynter, Juliette, and Ivy.”
I’d feel better with those hellions under my roof until they left for California. Alexei would be shadowing them starting tomorrow. It was the safest thing to do for now.
“But finals are still going on,” she argued.
“They are not.” I confirmed that with the school. “Wynter’s working on a project to finish. She can remain in her dorm until then since she’s training there anyhow.” It would be only a couple more weeks. Besides, as close as the four of the women were, I was certain she’d stay at my city house more than the dorms.
“Is this some feeble attempt by you to control us?” she questioned, her eyes narrowing on me.
“Take it as you will. But you ladies will stay at my house.” I leaned over and was so close to her, I could see faint sun freckles on her nose. “And you, my soon-to-be wife will be coming with me to the penthouse. Here, I don’t have to worry about anyone hearing your screams as I fuck you.” Her eyes hazed and I realized this girl liked my dirty talking. “Or spank you,” I added smugly.
A sharp exhale slipped through her lush parted lips.
“You are nuts,” she replied, though her voice was too breathless. “Honestly, the idea of marriage repels me.” Well, at least she didn’t say the idea of marriage tomerepelled her. It was a general statement. “You’ll make sure my grandfather is safe? No matter what.”
“I promise,” I vowed. “No matter what.”
Truthfully, I never planned on getting married myself but considering the shit Davina and her friends had found themselves into, it was either that or let Davina pay for associating with us.
And I couldn’t let that happen. She was mine to protect, just like Wynter and Juliette.
“We’ll go to City Hall tomorrow, Davina,” I told her. “You’ll spend the night here so we can ensure there are no creative attempts made by you to get out of this.”
She swallowed hard and her eyes darted away from me, guilt written all over her expression.
“Another thing, Davina,” I warned and her eyes returned to me, narrowing in displeasure.
“What?”
“No more heists,” I warned her. “And don’t think I forgot you ignored my message.”
“God, you’re demanding,” she complained, rolling her eyes.
“You bet your ass,” I growled. “You like it though. It makes your pussy wet.”
Another eye roll. “You’re too cocky, Liam.”
“Maybe, but your pussy likes it.” I grinned at her scandalized look. “Now stop sassing me or I’ll punish you.”
