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My eyes slam shut. “Please let me go.”
“We have eyes everywhere, Elliot. You’d do well to remember that.” Kingston squeezes my shoulders before he lets go. Archer and Cannon also release their hold on me, and, once freedom is gained, I immediately burst from my seat like my pants are on fire.
As I run from the room, I hear Archer’s smug voice. “And that, boys, is why we listen to the senior members of our group. Remind your initiates of that before they suffer like Elliot did. Payback is a bitch, I’m afraid, when our requests are ignored. We don’t fuck around.”
TWENTY-ONE
KINGSTON
While Archerand Cannon inform the guys they are expressly forbidden to badger Elliot over any part of that video—they’ll follow those instructions or I’ll have their balls in a sling—I take off like a shot after her.
Her legs are a sexy blur as she races up the stairs. I don’t know where the hell she’s headed, but we’ll see how good she is at listening to me now. “Elliot! Stop. Right there.”
She slows, then comes to a halt as she reaches the main floor, whirling around. “What the fuck, Kingston? You’re such an unbelievable bastard!” she spits, fury shooting from her eyes. “What was that, your sick attempt to make me heel?” Her breath heaves from her chest as she stares at me.
It’s clear Elliot still doesn’t understand who is in control here… but she will.
Her face has turned a mottled red as she jabs a finger in the air. “Wipe that condescending look off your face. Guess what, asshole? I’m not going anywhere, so you can take your cock and choke on it!”
I shake my head with a chuckle, holding my arms out from my sides as I continue up the stairs. “I don’t know how many times we need to go over this. There are rules. You’re failing to follow the simplest of them, which is to do as you’re told.”
She presses her lips together. It’s not hard to see she knows I’m right. Doesn’t stop the steam from rolling out of her ears. And when I reach the top step, she lunges toward me, her fist flying. Rage flows thickly from her. My reflexes are quick, and I clasp her wrist before she lands the punch. She expels a frustrated breath, wrenching her arm from my grasp. Without warning, she turns and takes off again.
Motherfucking hell. She’s going to make me chase her down.
I catch her in the hallway before she gets to the living room and next to the bathroom. “Elliot, stop.” I grab her from behind, spin her around, and pin her wrists with one of my hands to the wall over her head, pressing the full length of my body to hers. She’s driving me crazy. “Fucking stop.”
“Stop what? What do you want me to do, Kingston?” Her chest heaves as she glares at me, those deep, dark eyes of hers nearly black she’s so angry. She thrashes while I hold her in place, but it does her no good. I have her easily subdued. “If this is how you’re going to play the game, you’d better be prepared for me to actually bite your dick off next time you shove it into my mouth.”
At her words, my cock twitches against her soft belly. She smirks haughtily at me. “Oh, did you like the fucking sound of that?” She tries in vain to get her arms free again and fails in spectacular fashion when the only thing she manages to do is rub her breasts against me.
Fuuuck.I grunt, pressing harder against her. “Maybe I fucking did.” My breaths raggedly expel from between my lips. The feel of her teeth on me earlier…she’s so frustratingly intoxicating. “You’re such a fucking pain in my ass.” I grip the back of her neck and yank her up so our lips are a mere inch apart. I breathe her in, making my brain buzz with everything Elliot.
“And youlikeit.” There’s a wild look in her eyes, and I can’t stop myself when the urge strikes—a split second later, my mouth is on hers, devouring her lips, then shoving my tongue past them to taste her. She’s a potent blend of sweetness and my cum.I groan aloud, letting go of her wrists so I can learn how her curves feel under my hands. The sheer weight of me pressing up against her is enough to pin her in place as I continue to lick inside the warm wetness of her mouth. She fights back with her tongue and teeth as we clash, going back for more again and again.
Lust permeates the air, thick and hot, as we continue to go at each other. She’s a furious little minx, battling me with every weapon in her arsenal—her hungry mouth, her needy, groping hands, and the come-fuck-me look in her eye. I’m afraid I couldn’t stop if she told me to. I suck on the perfumed skin at the side of her neck until she cries out, digging her savage fingers into my shoulders.
Grasping the top of her tank top with my hands, I firmly yank, tearing the fabric so I can get a look at her tits. Her eyes go wide. “Asshole,” she cries out before slamming her lips to mine again and thrusting her tongue into my mouth.
She clutches at me while I press her body to the wall, grinding my dick against her belly. The texture of the lace bra in my hands as I palm her tits makes me growl like an animal, deep in my chest. Is this a bad idea?Yes.Probably the worst ever. But there’s no stopping the frenzy of our bodies or the frenetic stampede of our hearts.
Our panted breaths sound loudly in my ears as I pop the button on her shorts, pull the zipper down, and shove my hand into her underwear right here where anyone could see us. My fingers slip easily under the fabric and encounter her satiny flesh.Fuuuck. She’s drenched. The soaked slip of my fingers through her folds makes me forget everything but her.
Words rasp up and out of my throat, raw and untamed, a rush of questions that I don’t—can’t—wait long enough to allow her to answer. “How long has your pussy been wet, Elliot? Did it start to happen when you were sucking my cock? Or was it when you watched yourself on camera?” I growl, my dick hard and aching to dive into her tight little cunt.
In response, she heaves out a strangled, “Fuck you,” before she grasps my head with both hands and tugs my mouth to hers, sucking hard on my bottom lip. Her teeth sink into the tender skin, only stopping when I grunt in discomfort. I stare into her eyes for several agonizing breaths, noting how dilated her pupils have become.
Fuck it.I haul her into the bathroom. As soon as I shut the door behind us, I yank her shorts and underwear down over her ass and let them drop to the floor. Her ravenous gaze drops to the raging bulge behind my zipper, dark eyes seducing me further. So fucking tempting. I wrench the tank top from her, my eyes feasting on her full breasts. Her nipples are hard, visible through the sheer lace of her rose-hued bra.
This is sheer fucking insanity.
I’m on her again, like a fiend, backing her up until her bare ass meets the counter behind her. I pull the cups of her bra down so I can get at her tits with my mouth and voraciously lick and suck on her nipples while she holds my head and moans, breathing hard.
There’s no stopping this, not now that the small room is thickly scented with her arousal. It sneaks up my nose and drives me further out of control. I pick her up and set her ass on the edge of the counter, then pry her legs apart so I have access to her pussy. I don’t waste time. I spear two fingers inside her tight body and take her mouth again in an angry kiss. Pumping my fingers in and out, I flick her clit with my thumb and mutter, “You cried out my name while you were getting yourself off. Naughty. Fucking. Girl.”
Her body jerks with each clearly enunciated word, her pussy clenching around my fingers. On a desperate, worked-up breath, she utters only one word.“Yes.”
Her answer slams into me, filling me with the insatiable need to fuck her sweet cunt. Right. Fucking. Now. As I piston my fingers in and out of her tight hole, I grit out, “And when you were on your bed, letting that vibrator make you come, you wanted it to be me.” I pause, staring into her eyes. “Say it.”
