Page 100 of The Bad Boy Rule

Suddenly, I feel his lips moving over my promise ring, his gaze connecting with mine as he slowly sucks it off, never dropping my eyes.

He spits it into his hand with a cocky, sexy smirk.

“Why did you do that?” I mumble, the sound still throaty from my cries.

“Because it’smine, baby. You choseme, Lennon, and this is me choosingyou.”

My mouth falls open, silence filling the room.

Oh my fucking God.

This man just… he justsuckedmy promise ring off my finger because he’s… because it’shis?

I’m trying to even wrap my head around that statement, but suddenly, Saint is prowling forward, sealing his mouth over mine, the ring gone, forgotten, possibly never even existed.

The faint taste of me is still lingering on his tongue, and it’s sohot.

If there is one single thing I have discovered in the past week, it’s that there is nothing Saint loves more than to eat me out.

I’ve heard from other girls how selfish their boyfriends are—how they never want to give and only receive—so I wasn’t sure what to expect when it came to this.

But he’s spent the majority of the weekend with his head between my legs.

“Need to be inside you, baby. Right now,” he murmurs with a desperate, frantic edge against my mouth. “Flip.”

The rough command sends a bolt of pleasure charging down my spine.

Obediently, I oblige and flip over onto my stomach. I have no idea how I’ll come again, but the heated look he gives me tells me that I shouldn’t worry.

His palms curve around my hips, and he hauls my ass up. Then, I feel the hot bloom of delicious pain when he smacks my ass, the movement making a gush of wetness pool between my thighs.

Jesus Christ.

His strong, powerful body curls over mine, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’m going to fuck you like I hate you, but it’s only because I know how hard you’ll come, baby.”

That should not be as hot as it is.

It shouldn’t, but it totally is.

I mumble a string of unintelligible noises as he grips my hips hard, his fingertips digging into the soft places as he drags his thick, hard cock through my soaked lips.

“Face down,” he rasps, and I fall forward, pressing my cheek flat against the mattress.

He slaps the head of his cock against my clit, groaning roughly at the sensation, and then he grabs my ass in his hands and spreads me open, cool air hitting my sensitive core.

“Your tight little hole is clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled with my cock, isn’t it, greedy girl? Fuck, that’s hot.”

In a single thrust, he slams inside of me from behind, stealing the breath out of my lungs, my fingers fisting into the sheets below me as he starts to fuck me.

“Oh God,” I whine. “I feel so full…”

It’s never felt like this, so deep, so impossibly filled with him.

Saint’s hips slap against mine in deep, fast, nearly brutal thrusts, fucking me so hard that I’m slowly being inched up the mattress by the force.

“Your pretty little pussy is stretched tight around me, trying to take all of me. But you were fucking made for me, Lennon. There’s no question you were made to be mine.”

His hand slips around my thighs, fingers finding my clit and circling in quick motions that match the time of his thrusts.

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