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With or without her consent.
I took her chin roughly and pulled her face closer to mine. Selene gasped and stared fearfully at me while I glared at her.
“Never say that kind of shit in front of the Krew,” I ordered her sternly. She stared back at me as though in a trance, and I jostled her chin to bring her back to earth. “Did you hear me? Don’t you dare say anything like that in front of Xavier or Luke. Never.” I turned red from the rage that filled me at the mere idea of her in bed with either of those two. “If something like that happened, I would end up going straight to jail,” I finished shortly, not mincing my words.
The Krew took the things they wanted, ignoring any rules or morals.They didn’t care about anyone or anything. Women were just objects to be played with, and Selene had already been on their radar for a while.
She couldn’t show herself to be vulnerable or available to them or they would pounce.
I shook my head.
Well, now that I had talked to her, I was going to demand my compensation.
I drew closer to her lips and seized them with my own, and it wasn’t because I was trying to lure her into bed like the girl I’d picked up outside Blanco. It was simply because I wanted to kiss her. That kiss tasted of rich chocolate because she might have had a hot chocolate or enjoyed a sweet while reading. I didn’t know and I didn’t care; I just wanted her tongue entangled with mine even if, for me, it meant nothing.
Nothing was going to change between us.
Then I looked into her eyes and realized how much I hated doing this. It was the same thing every time: I saw my own end there, yet I couldn’t stay away. I always felt so vulnerable and incapable of controlling myself when I got too close to her.
In that moment, the stars scattered across the dark sky seemed to lose their brilliance, overshadowed by the pale, lustrous glow of her face. Selene closed her eyes and lifted herself up a bit to straddle me. The blanket started to slip from her shoulders, but I caught it just in time and restored it. She whispered a fleeting “thanks,” and then my lips were sealed to hers again. I ran my hands down her back and groped her ass, pulling her into me.
She was sitting too far away, and I wanted her right on top of me, as close as we could get. I ground myself between her thighs as my knees squeezed her sides. I knew she could feel my hard-on, just like I was feeling the arousal that had inflamed all her senses.
“Kiss me and don’t stop,” I demanded when she pulled away from me to catch her breath. She wasn’t used to kissing the way I did: I devoured her lips and fed off her desires. I wondered how she kissed that idiot Jared, since she seemed to be having so much trouble keeping up with me.
I slipped a hand behind her neck and pressed her against me while using the other hand to forcefully grope her ass cheek. She whined somethingunintelligible, or maybe it was just a moan before closing her eyes, and she slowly gyrated her pelvis against me.
If she was trying to kill me, she was going to succeed.
I grinned against her lips and moved my hand along her flank, imposing a more insistent rhythm on her shy and awkward movements.
Oh, yeah, that was just how I wanted it, right there…
“Get a little closer,” I ordered because I wanted to feel her properly. I pressed her against me again until her breasts were plastered to my chest. Her thighs trembled and opened wider to accommodate her new position. The thin fabric of her leggings allowed her to become aroused as she bucked against my hard cock.
The more I kissed her, the more I wanted her. Her taste had merged with my own, to the point of creating an entirely new flavor. My lips pulsed from the nonstop friction, and my muscles tenses with every movement of her tongue because…I wanted to screw her right there.
I didn’t care that we were in the garden, in the cold, in an extremely vulnerable location. All Matt had to do was lean out on one of the numerous balconies on the back of the house and he would see us, but I wanted her so intensely that I could no longer see reason.
“Let me in…” I pressed a finger to the cleft of her ass, following it down to her labia below and what was beneath them, which I was sure I’d find wet and gripping, just for me. I moved my other hand to the button on my jeans, but Selene grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
Just then, I felt her quiver and turn stiff before burying her forehead in the crook of my neck. Her breathing had gone shallow and she kept emitting small sobbing moans that she couldn’t seem to control. And then I understood: she was about to come.
Shit, just from that?
The idea thrilled me, so I traced the contours of her mouth with my tongue until her lips fell open. Then I moved beneath her so she could feel even more of me. She was so sensitive precisely because she was inexperienced. She wasn’t used to all these sensations to which my own body seemed to have become numb. I never could have come from so little stimulation. I was too depraved, too hungry, and my soul was too damaged.
Selene trembled again and hid her face in the space between my neck and shoulder as she began to move her pelvis faster and more uncontrollably, overtaken by the intense pleasure that preceded a climax. She stopped only when her hips ceased shaking from the involuntary shuddering tremors. The idea that a mere passionate kiss had caused her to orgasm brought an easy smile to my face, and I stroked her hair with one hand. I couldn’t see her face but I knew her cheeks would be blazing.
“Did you enjoy that frenzied humping?” I asked archly, and she made a noise of frustration and embarrassment. She truly was a delightful Babygirl. She nuzzled the tip of her nose against the curve of my neck, still straddling me.
“Just shut up. Don’t say anything else,” she pleaded, still keeping me from looking her in the eye.
I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. I took pride in the power that I wielded over her, but at the same time, it frightened me. I didn’t want her to grow dependent on me, to forget what I told her and to disregard all my warnings.
“We have to get back…” was all I said when I could finally see her luminous eyes, brighter than the stars that peppered the sky as she gazed at me like she were getting drunk on me.
Onme, for fuck’s sake.
