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I’ve known Kingston nearly my entire life and when he wants something, he tends to obsess over it to the point of madness. Until he finally either gets it or replaces it with a new passion, so I don’t doubt him for a moment when he claims he’ll get payback for us. In fact, I almost feel sorry for the fool when Kingston does catch up with him, because I know it will be painful and probably last twice as long as the horror show we were put through.
“I believe you.” I press my mouth to his, my mind spinning with the contact. I need this. I need him. “I love you,” I repeat against his lips, drawing a smirk from him. I don’t care if I said moments ago, after what we went through, I want to tell them both exactly how I feel and often. I never want there to be even a doubt of my feelings for both of the guys.
His hands move behind me, wrapping up to clamp down on my shoulders. His grip is bruising as he hugs me to him with such force it nearly steals my breath with each punishing jolt of his hips. His pelvis grinds against my clit, hitting it mercilessly as my legs continue to stay locked around his hips as tightly as possible. I want our connection to hurt, so I feel it over every single inch of my body and I know it’s real. This isn’t some twisted dream while I’m still locked away in that fucking room, wanting to beat my head against the wall. No, I’m free and one of the loves of my life holds me tightly, I have no other option but to know this is happening. His love is so intense and volatile, I have no other option but to understand it’s Kingston’s way of loving me… the only way he knows how to.
Obsessively.
Manically.
Violently.
My pleasure hits me full force all at once. There’s no gradual climb to work my way to bliss, it simply slams into me to the point I wail through it. Kingston’s hand slams over my mouth, saving me from embarrassing myself with my grandfather. No doubt he’d get reports from his staff and we need his help right now, not his silent disappointment. “Such a good girl, coming all over my cock. Yes, clamp down, my love. Your pussy’s a whore for my cum.” He growls and my eyes roll heavenward. White hot shocks travel through my body like an electric current, making my limbs clench up, gripping his body to me like I might die without him smashing me into the marble.
He drops his hand and I burrow into the space between his shoulder and ear. “Fill me up, Kingston Banks,” I demand, sinking my teeth into his skin. His body goes rigid, locking up with my bite and then his hot cum bursts inside me. He moans, panting from the intensity of his orgasm.
“Leave your teeth marks behind,” he commands and I happily comply, clenching my jaw until the first hint of metal touches my tongue.
We were both wound far too tight, and somehow he was able to read it on me without me even being aware of it. Him taking me like this, is exactly what I needed. He groans through the last spurts of release, leaning down a bit to suck the top of my breast. The pull is hard enough to leave behind a bright purple hickey, but I don’t mind. I wanted to leave my mark on him, too.
“I’m having that bite tattooed.”
I’m not even surprised, and for the first time in what feels like forever… I laugh.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Beau
We’re sitting at the long dining table once more when Iris asks, “Where’s your guest from earlier?”
“Oh, he was only stopping by for a bit of business,” her grandfather replies without actually giving her an answer. He did the same thing when me and King tried hitting him up for Iris’ whereabouts. He plays the part of doting grandfather well, but something tells me he’s not as oblivious about everything as he portrays.
Rich men rarely ever sit back and allow their children to live the lives they please without at least keeping tabs on them. I know from experience as mine and King’s fathers pretend to let us make our own choices, but at the end of the day, they pull more strings than anyone from the outside notices.Or at least they used to.
“I figured. He seemed close to our age, and it got me wondering if we’ve seen him before. Is he a student as well? What’s his name?” She peppers the questions together to make it seem less of an inquisition. Kingston smirks, and I have to hold mine back, not wanting to piss the old man off like we did the last time we were here.
Iris obviously isn’t shy in pushing him for answers, so maybe we’ll find out something useful. I wonder if he’s one of the grandfather’s spies at the school? Maybe he reports back what his granddaughter is doing, and who knows what else? The old fucker probably has a file of pictures hidden away in his office of everything we do, while pretending he knows nothing.I wouldn’t put it past him.
“Just a kid running some errands for me. You mentioned evidence about your father earlier and needing my help?” I’m not buying his subject change; in fact, it only makes me want to know who the fuck the guy is even more now.
I sit back and observe the old man. If I’ve learned anything being King’s best friend… it’s to pay attention to the people we deal with. Watch for the little ticks, inadvertent looks to avoid eye contact and blatant change of subjects are all cues for someone who is lying or at minimum hiding something.He’s doing them all.
Glancing at King, I can see he’s not too keen of her grandfather either. Maybe we can’t trust anyone because we’ve been proven time and time again that we’re in this alone. Together, but alone. We have each other and now Iris, but beyond that I don’t trust any of these fuckers as far as I can throw them.
My attention shifts to Iris again as she talks with her grandfather. Such a simple dinner conversation, much different than one you’d think would come on the heels of her being kidnapped and held for days. Fuck knows it’s all I want to talk about, as I’m still torn up inside over not knowing who the hell to retaliate against specifically.
“You can stay at the beach house for a few days until you decide where to go. That’ll give me time to have my guy investigate what you’re saying. I can let you know what I find out.” My attention is pulled away from analyzing his every blink to hearing him give her access to a house. Even though I have my doubts about the old man, we don’t really have much of a choice at this point.
Besides, we could use a few days alone, so long as no one tries to kill us again. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep good though, torture and mind games don’t stop fucking with a person merely because you get a change of scenery. I’d imagine King is feeling the same way, still torn up inside over everything and ready to do whatever it takes to make sure we can sleep peacefully at night once again.
Our fathers wouldn’t think twice about sending us away for time to ourselves, but would send us straight back to the university to finish out the pledge. However, if we go back to the university, we’ll be surrounded by the unknowns of who was involved in us being captured and fucked with. I’d be a goddamn raging asshole drowning my stress in whiskey while King would do so much speed he’d probably OD, just to stay on top of his game.
The best thing for us would be to get away and clear our heads for a few days.Fuck for days and gain some clarity.Maybe then we’ll have a plan that’s better than our current one of relying on her grandfather to gain the information we need. I hate putting my faith in someone else, but at the moment I don’t think we have much of a choice.
Dessert is placed on the table as an arm moves to the right of my shoulder. I’ve cleared every plate his servants have set in front of me, but I’m not sure I can handle all the sugar in this giant piece of chocolate cake. But damn if it doesn’t look like some sort of sinful dream. Iris laughs at something I’ve missed, her smile sparking a deep level of happiness inside me. One I haven’t felt in a very, very long time.She brings me peace.
Her fork slides between her lips as she tries a bite of the rich layered cake and I can’t concentrate on anything else. I have no idea what’s being said now, only that she has to lick the trail of icing and crumbs that smeared over the bottom one. Her fat bottom lip that I want nothing more than to rub my thumb over, collect the icing and then feed it to her myself. Her perfectly plump, cock sucking mouth that I’d love nothing more than to watch wrapped around my dick while her innocent eyes gaze up at me, silently begging for me to give it to her.
Fuck.We need to get out of here or I’ll be pulling her upstairs into the bathroom and fucking her just like King did.
