Page 82 of Wicked Union

Fuck The Founders.

Fuck Fitzy.

My resolve faded with each second she moved her hand in unison with mine, making my dick so fucking hard. I was sick of playing my part and being a good Knight.

As she stroked me harder, I said, “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Grace bobbed her head, and blonde hair dropped into her blue eyes, forcing her to push the strands behind her ears. “More than anything.”

I peeled her fingers from my shaft and bent down in front of her. She looked surprised I stopped her. But if I kept letting her touch me like this, I would come soon, and I wanted to do that inside her.

So I dropped to my knees in front of her and gripped her thighs, staring at her pretty face.“I’m not going to kiss your lips.”

She gave me a perplexed look. “Where do you want to kiss me?”

Her inexperience was cute, and she smelled as sweet as she looked.

I rolled my tongue over her clit. “I want to kiss you here.” Then I dragged my tongue between her wet slit. “And here.”

I’d never licked another girl’s pussy, but I wanted to drown myself in her scent. If I couldn’t keep her, I could savor this memory.

Her mouth opened wide, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She whimpered, legs shaking as I placed them over my shoulders. “Cole, please.”

“Feel good, brat?” I kissed higher, and her soft skin pebbled with tiny bumps of arousal. “Don’t be shy. Tell me how it feels.”

“Amazing,” she whispered, staring up at the ceiling as if she couldn’t bare to look me in the eyes while I licked her. “Don’t stop.”

I feasted on her pussy, my tongue darting between her slick folds. Her hand fell to the back of my head, and as her body relaxed, she gripped the ends of my short hair and tugged hard.

“Cole,” she moaned, and my name sounded like a sweet melody on the tip of her tongue.

I thought I would hate myself for breaking the rules. Structure mattered to me. Yet, after watching Grace get engaged to Rhys, that part of me was slowly dying.

Rhys broke every rule.

And he still fucking won.

The Vanderbilts were barely holding onto their legacies, and somehow they weaseled their way into Grace’s family.

It didn’t make any sense.

So fuck them.

Grace was mine.

I heard a loud crash that snapped my attention away from Grace. Lifting my head, I looked toward the door and tried to listen. She was breathing so hard I thought maybe I imagined the sound.

But then…

I heard another noise.

A scream.

Female.

Mom.

Grace sat up. “Did you hear that?”

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