“As long as you’re here, can I join?” I don’t have to see my brother to know he’s licking his lips. “I do love them subdued.”
My possessiveness is primal. I barely stop myself from going down there and gouging his eyes out for talking aboutmySkylar like that.
Your family needs him.
They can have him, as long as he stays away from her. He’s never putting his hands on her. Ever.
I’d tear the world apart before I let anyone take her from me.
Skylar doesn’t know how serious I am about her. She flinches when Jett’s footsteps echo louder, closer. She shifts so her hands slide back over my thighs.
Her fingers seek me out. Her nails dig into my jeans.
As tears roll down her cheeks, she gives me asave melook.
She chooses me.
I wanted her before.
I’m fucking ravenous for her now.
“Ten minutes,” I bark, hoping it’s enough to get Skylar off.
Not like my family will notice how long I stay here. Binding people and listening to them beg and sob is more than a job for them. Out here, it’s the only source of entertainment.
“We’ll be down here.” Jett yeehaws before I hear a loud bang, then Easton’s, “Fuck.”
Skylar whimpers. Her entire body tenses in my hold.
In two seconds flat, we’re back inside the room. I kick the door shut, creating a barrier between us and the rest of the world.
Finally, I have her all to myself. She’s mine to bend, break, and own, down to her marrow.
“I want—no,fuck, I need—to touch you,” I seethe, dragging my hand down her stomach. I’m so close to her shorts’ waistband that I could die. “Stop fighting me.”
I’m throbbing, grinding my hips against her. Her fingers flex when I tease the button of her jeans, then slip my hand under her top instead.
She goes completely still when I stroke and explore her belly, the goosebumps I put there.
Touching her is as if I’ve been struck by lightning. Electri-fucking-fying.
“Mmm.” Another sound from her that could be eitherpleaseorno.
Since she doesn’t fight me anymore…
I’d say it’s aplease.
Not that it matters. She belongs to me either way.
“I’d tell you obedience might earn your freedom, Trouble.” I’m gentle, though all I want is to tear the clothes right off her body. One flick of my wrist and the button of her jeans slips free. “But that’d be a lie. There’s no getting away from me.”
That threat snaps something in her. Her fists curl against my thighs, punching, clawing, trying to hurt me.
Without meaning to, she turns me on even more.
Every time my cock grinds against her back, right above her ass, a savage hunger tears through me.
She fights me every step as I drag us to the nearest wall, swinging, trying to bite me.
