Page 35 of The Hallows Queen

I feel like I’m watching her move in slow motion as she reaches behind her back and undoes the clasp for her bra, then shakes it off her arms. Her nipples are pebbled with desire, standing at attention, and without thinking, I lean forward and suction around one, my hands circling her waist.

She moans, her fingers gripping onto my forearms.

Pulling back, I look up at her. “Swim?”

I’m starting to feel the effects of the molly, and I know she is too when I find her eyes and her pupils have dilated to twice the size. She smiles, nodding before launching herself at me and wrapping her legs around my waist. I laugh, stumbling as my hands slide underneath her ass to hold her up.

“Carry me.” She giggles, her arms going around my neck.

I squeeze her ass as I carry her downstairs, through the house and into the kitchen. I deposit her on the counter, run my eyes over her naked body, then pull open the pantry. Grabbing two bottles of water and a bag of lollipops, I balance them in my hands, and then pick her up again.

“Your house is fucking crazy big,” she whispers like she’s telling me a secret, looking around as I carry her through the living room to the back doors. “What do you do?”

“What do I do?” I repeat, flipping the switches next to the glass patio doors to turn on the lights that illuminate the pool area.

“Yeah, like for work,” she clarifies. “You’re young as shit and can already afford a house like this. You must be someone important.”

I laugh, pushing open the sliding glass door and stepping out into the humid, summer night. “I have family money.”

“Jesus Christ,” she breathes, looking out at the patio. “This is beautiful.”

I’m not blind, I know my house is stupid over-the-top, just like everything my father stamps his name on – and that’s typically the reaction I get when someone comes here for the first time. However, I couldn’t care less. This house is tainted in ways I don’t want to think about, covered in dirty money and bad memories. It could be the best fucking mansion in the country, and I would still despise it.

I drop Penelope on one of the lounge chairs next to the pool, and then hand her a bottle of water. “Hydrate.”

She narrows her eyes at me, her mouth cutting across her face in a wide smile. “Youarea gentleman.”

I laugh, twisting the cap from my bottle of water and taking a few mouthfuls before I put it on the table. “I’m not.”

She hums between her curved lips, tightening her hand around the bottle of water and raising her brows. “You’re making sure I stay hydrated.”

I drop to my knees on the concrete, grabbing her legs. “Because I don’t want the molly to suck all the moisture from your body and make you pass out. The last thing I need is to go to the hospital tonight when I have far better plans for us.”

Her mouth has dropped open a fraction as she watches me. “What plans?”

I tip my head at her. “Drink the water, Penelope.”

Her chest rises and falls as she stares at me, her bare breasts lifting with the motion, and after a few silent moments between us, she finally opens the water bottle and drinks. When a quarter of the bottle is empty, she replaces the cap and drops the bottle to the floor.

“I feel good,” she says, her eyes closing.

I drag my fingertips down her thighs softly, ghosting them over her knees and down her calves to her ankles. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” she moans, pressing her nails into the skin of her thighs.

Grabbing her ankles, I pull her legs apart, then lean down and run my tongue up her calf, her thigh, her hip. My cock has returned to stone, hanging between my thighs heavily while my skin burns and throbs with pleasure.

Penelope moans again, lifting her hips an inch instinctively. “Hayden.”

My lungs have grown tight, my chest rising and falling quickly and making my breath come out in a pant. “Feel good?”

The only answer she gives me is an incoherent moan, so I continue running my tongue over her skin.

I lick over her belly, up the center of her chest and around each nipple before I crawl up on top of her and kiss her lips.

Her hands thread into my hair, and she pulls, plunging her tongue into my mouth and curling her legs around my waist.

I feel the wetness between her legs press against me, and it takes all my strength not to plunge my dick so hard inside her that she splits in two. She kisses me like she’s trying to absorb me, gripping onto my hair for dear life and grinding her body against me with so much hunger that the chair shakes.

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