Page 111 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Don’t do what?” I swiped my finger over her clit again. “That?”
“I don’t like it.”
“Oh, I think you do like it.” In fact, I knew she liked it. The fact that she didn’t was fucking sad, or exciting depending on how you looked at it. Either way, it was definitely something I could use against her.
When I pinched her clit, her body didn’t shake. It seized. Georgia’s back bowed, breath stopped, and limbs tightened as a rush of wetness soaked my hand.
What the fuck? Did that just happen?
Ravi was just as surprised as I was. “Did she just come?”
She didn’t just come, she squirted. “How fucking starved for affection are you?”
I didn’t know what was hotter. How sensitive she was or how pissed off she was. I didn’t have to see her face to feel the hate coming off her.
“Fuck you,” Georgia panted. “I did not come.”
She wanted to play the denial game, did she?
I pulled my hand off her pussy and wiped her arousal on her face.
“You feel that?” I leaned in to growl in her ear, “That’s your come onmyfucking hand.” After which I slammed my mouth down on hers.
I barely felt her mouth move against mine before her teeth dug into my bottom lip. The sharp sting and coppery tint of myblood rolling over my tongue were better than any aphrodisiac out there. It also hurt like a bitch.
“Son of a bitch.” I tore my mouth away from her feral little teeth. “She fucking bit me.”
“Told you,” Ravi said as a knock came on the door.
“Times up.” was all the warning we got before the door opened and light flooded in, temporarily blinding me.
It took me a few seconds to blink away the white spots in my vision, and when I did, Georgia was already running out of the room.
All I could think was how that was the hottest seven minutes of my life. That was when I knew I was fucked, and her fate was sealed. My cock was aching to be inside her. It was time to make her mine.
Bend her.
Break her.
Bind her.
Breed her.
By this time tomorrow night, Georgia Pyne would bend—one way or another.
“Ravi,” I slid my tongue out, licking the blood off my lip. “Get the boys, we’re going hunting.”
Let the claiming begin.
Georgia
Everything felt different this morning. My coffee was more bitter than usual, it took longer to chase away that groggy half-asleep feeling, and when I did my warmup stretches, my limbs felt extra heavy. Even the crisp morning air smelled less fresh. It felt like I wasn’t completely inside my body. Every sense was dulled by the thoughts going through my mind.
Issac Kratz made me orgasm.
How could such a thing happen? I couldn’t comprehend it. The man who had been tormenting me since I got here made mefeel so good that there were no words to describe it. And the truly messed-up part was that I wasn’t even mad at him for it.
I went into that closet with them. What did I think was going to happen? And that single thought was the one that wouldn’t go away.
