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I leaned forward and bit down gently over the material. Her breath hitched, and I bit down harder. She gasped, and her nails scratched the back of my head. The wetness on my cock was the only sign I needed to continue.
My little one liked a little pain, and that was my specialty. If any woman could be made for me, maybe it would be her. She didn’t deserve my demons, but I was selfish. I’d bring her down to hell with me after this.
Her back arched as I rocked against her. I fisted her hair and brought her lips back to mine. So fucking sweet. I groaned against her lips before darting my tongue against hers, then bit down on the edge of her lip.
It wouldn’t be enough until I marked every part of her. I wanted her starved for my touch. It was all I could think about as my lips moved to trace her neck, sucking and nibbling. My lips moved to the tender spot near her shoulder, and I bit down harder than I should’ve, nearly drawing blood.
I would’ve been afraid to hurt her if she hadn’t moaned my name and gripped my biceps. Her fingers dug into the muscle, as if that could keep her from floating away. I moved my hand to her pussy, pressing into her through her shorts, and bit down harder.
It wasn’t enough; I needed to feel all of her. I pulled my hands back long enough to strip her of clothing before running my hands across every dip and curve of her body. If I were worthy, I’d simply worship the goddess in my arms. I would worship her, after marking her as mine.
Maybe it was wishful thinking that it would scare her into pushing me away. Hell knows I couldn’t push her away again if Itried. It had to be on her. So, I snagged the knife from the table by the bed.
Her brows pushed together as she watched to see what I would do. I didn’t wait for her next reaction before moving it to my chest. I raised the blade and cut just deep enough to draw blood. She wasn’t just going to be a mark on my soul; I’d leave a mark for her on my body.
“What are you doing?” She raised her hands. “You’re hurting yourself.”
It wasn’t until I pulled the blade away and she shook her head that I thought it might have worked. This insane desire to show her who I truly was.
But it wasn’t enough. Rosalyn should’ve screamed or at the fucking least left. Instead, she wrapped her fingers around my hand holding the blade and brought it up. Her eyes examined the little bit of blood on the edge before her eyes met mine, and she fucking licked the blade.
“You’re going to have to do better than that.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief that matched my own. She took the knife from me. “Is this what you want?” She moved to cut herself on her chest.
“Stop.” I took it from her, then put it back on the table. I’d worry about cleaning it later. All I wanted to do right now was feel her body against mine.
She lay down on my bed, scooted back, then spread her legs. It was all the invitation I needed. I slipped my boxers down and crawled until I was nestled between her legs. I teased the entrance of her pussy as I coated my cock in her cream.
“Frederick.” Her eyes burned into mine.
My lips moved to her ear as my hand trailed down to her thigh. “I want you to ask, little one.” I squeezed her leg.
“Please.”
I pulled her leg up and thrust inside her. She gripped my cock so good; it was fucking heaven. “Good girl.” I lifted her leg higher and pressed in deeper.
If I were sweet and sentimental, I’d tell her she felt like home. Instead, I pulled out and thrust back in deeper just to make a point. I pulled back slightly and saw the blood from my chest on her, and it only made me want to drive my point across more.
I pressed my knee under her to angle her body up as I continued my pace. Slow out, hard and deep in. My hand moved to her lower stomach to press down with the next thrust, and her back arched off the bed. She jerked beneath me as I continued my pace, but I was just getting started.
Chapter Twenty-Three
ROSALYN
It felt like a dream. I’d barely slept when he woke me up by sinking into me from behind. His hand gently rubbed against my clit as he rocked into me, my leg draped over his. His teeth grazed my shoulder.
I knew why he was doing it, waking me up before everyone else would be awake and aware of what happened during the night. I couldn’t blame him; I wanted more of him too. My back arched as I moved to meet him with every thrust.
It wasn’t until he emptied himself in me again and pressed his lips to my shoulder that I knew nothing else could be said. Not tonight. I waited until he pulled out and rolled over that I closed my eyes for a moment, then stood from the bed. I wasn’t ready to leave, but there wasn’t anything left to say.
I wasn’t ready to hear anything he might’ve said either, so I quickly put my pajamas back on and slipped out of his room. I made sure his door closed before stepping silently down the hall.
I made it almost to the stairs, when an arm reached out for me and pulled me backward in the dark. I screamed against a hand before the all too familiar smell came. Did he know? My back pressed against a wall as he closed the door.
“Did you have fun with my brother?” Kai slowly moved his hand but stayed where he was, pressing me harder into the wall.
Fuck.
“I don’t like to share.” His hands moved down my sides. “Would you tell me to stop, now that you’ve been with him?”
