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He thrusts harder into my arse and I nod before dropping my head back onto his shoulder.

Rhys rolls his hips and moves in and out. He slips his right hand in between my legs and grasps my wet pussy.

He applies pressure with his fingers and starts to rub my clit in fast circular motions. “Come for me, Pi.”

I moan into the material, biting down against it as his cock moves faster inside of me. The pressure builds in me and I know it won’t be much longer until I go over the edge.

His fingers feel like heaven as he slips two inside my aching pussy while his thumb brushes my clit.

“Baby,” he says huskily. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Hmm.” Rhys kisses the side of my neck, gently licking my skin with his tongue.

He yanks my hair harder with his left fist until he’s fucking both my arse and cunt with his sinful monster cock and fingers.

I come hard against Rhys, my orgasm coming in waves of intense pleasure. I feel him coming seconds later, letting his warmth fill me. Rhys locks me in harder, thrusting once more, harder and deeper, filling me with all of him, filling me with everything he has to offer.

He closes his teeth over the side of my neck, intensifying the moment, letting his sharp canines dig into my skin.

And then he pulls out of me and tells me around so that I can see the feral look in his dark eyes. The heat, the anger, the lust, the love.I see it all.

He removes the underwear from my mouth and grabs my jaw, bringing my face closer before crushing his lips to mine in a fierce kiss. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, invades me with his tongue and lets me know that I belong to him and only him.

When we break apart, I’m left panting with swollen lips and aching for more.

“Tonight, Rabbit,” he says and stuffs my knickers into his pants pocket, before adjusting his clothes and walking away from me.

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PIKE: CHAPTER XXII

Now

Quinn and I are together in the stands, watching them move around the ice. I’m wearing one of Rhys’ hockey jerseys and it smells just of him. Rain and cinnamon and everything dangerous that I love so much about him.

I notice Quinn’s quieter than usual so I grab her hand and glance over at her. “Are you okay?”

She’s been doing ballet since she was a little girl and I know that she lets it get to her head sometimes. The pressure of always being perfect. I suppose her brothers are the same with their hockey games.

“Yeah,” Quinn says. “I think I’m just tired. I’ve been trying hard to get the part of Odette in Swan Lake. I feel like there’s too much pressure on me right now to be the best that I can be.”

I grab her hand and lace my fingers with them, before giving them a reassuring squeeze. Coming from a family with wealth is hard especially when you have to keep certain standards up. Quinn isn’t one for the spotlight, drama and politics of this small town, but she’s forced by her family to be the epitome of fucking perfect.

“If anyone can get it, it’s you,” I tell her.

Quinn glances at me and grins, quickly replacing that sad look on her face. She flips her hair back and juts out her chin. “Of course, I am going to get it. I’m a Slade and we never back down from challenges. Besides, I’ve been doing this forever. I want any one of those bitches to show me they can do better.”

“That’s the only attitude to have,” I tell her.

“Enough about me, are you guys coming to The Bounds later?”

I shake my head and I turn my attention back to the game. “I don’t think so. Rhys and I are going to be busy. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Catching up?” Quinn grins at me and I elbow her playfully. “I wager that you want to play catch up with his tongue in your mouth.”

“Quinn!” I feel the heat rush into my face and even though I can see the colour on my face, I know for a fact that I’m blushing.

“It’s not a lie,” she whispers in my ear. “I saw the way you two look at each other and I can only imagine what the sex is like.”

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