Without glancing at each other, we nod, a silent agreement.
She’s ours.
28
ARIAH
I’m still playing over the meeting with the lawyers in my head as I walk down the hall to the lunchroom from the bathroom. I’m not thrilled with the prospect of having to parade around as a show pony for the elite of this town, but if it means I get to keep my siblings safe then I’m going to suck it up and wear their overpriced clothes.
Well, some of their clothes, remembering how I bypassed the polos and snagged my dad’s Nirvana shirt pairing it with Docs this morning. I can’t front though, the quality of the fabric of my skinny jeans far surpasses anything I’ve ever owned.
“What? Did you fuck some dirty old man with a groom fetish to be able to afford this new lifestyle you’re living?” I blink up to see Wes. Indifference lines his face but it’s at odds with the disgust in his tone.
My shoulders rise as I puff out my annoyance. Rolling my eyes, I snark back, “Why yes, Wes, I fucked your dad. Now he’s divorcing your mom, and I’ll be your new stepmommy.”
Apparently, this is the wrong thing to say. He stalks over to me and I back up, eyes darting around, searching for a path to escape the raging bull’s horns, but he has me cornered. We’re right at the end of the hall where the bathrooms are and the only way out is through him. As if he knows he has me trapped, his face morphs, twisting lecherously and maniacally.
“You see that’s your fucking problem, you trash slut, you never know when to shut your goddamn mouth. I told you if we had to speak again you wouldn’t like the outcome.”
Attempting to dart around his hulking frame, I lunge right, but he’s nimble for someone so muscular. Brawny arms encase me maneuvering me back to a dark spot that I just know cameras won’t capture.
I try to reason with him, “Wes, you need to let me go. Remember what happened the last time you cornered me.” Did I say reason? What I meant to say was remind him.
Undeterred, he walks me into a wall, I make a small oof, unprepared for the collision. The deranged look on his face makes me hesitate, and hesitation fucking kills.
In my moments of inaction, he’s moved his knee to between my thighs forcing my legs out wide. His arms temporarily release their hold, but before I can react, his right forearm is pinned across my chest holding my arms to my sides as the broad expanse of his muscular chest presses me into the wall. Opening his fist, he palms my breast before pinching my peaked nipple between his fingers as he leans down and growls in my ear, “Since you’re a dad fucker, you can be my toy too. Sluts get slut treatment.”
Before I can react, his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of my neck, hard enough I know it will leave a huge fucking mark. My head is immobilized by his mouth, my legs are spread too far apart to kick, and my arms are pinned down by his body. I’m well and truly fucked at the moment.
His tongue joins his teeth, licking over each hot bite to my skin, my body not understanding. The assault sends zings straight to my pussy, making the thirsty bitch clench.No bitch. Now is not the time to be turned on!
Each nip makes me squirm against his bulking thigh wedged right against the lips of my pussy. The friction causes a steady hum on my clit. I can feel my walls squeeze and release, my wetness coating my panties and in my flustered state a mewl escapes my lips and I feel the fucker smile against my neck.
“Oh, you like that don’t you, you dirty little slut? You like me taking you here in the hall against your will?”
My traitorous pussy clenches again and I question my own sanity. I might need to cut back on the dark romance reads, it’s twisting my libido. Now, I’m not running away, instead I’m rubbing against, racing for my climax.
As if spurred by my rubbing, he moves his left hand up and yanks my bun, angling my neck, exposing it more to his teeth. I let out some foreign sound, a cross between a shriek and a moan when his mouth renews sucking. First, he sucks hard taking me right to the brink of my limit, then I hiss and he relents, so he blows cool air against my tender hot flesh, before licking and kissing a trail up and down my neck.
In my delirium, I’m no longer pushing against his hold. His right hand works at the button of my jeans, freeing up enough room for his large fingers to find their way into my panties. I suck in air when his middle finger dips into the wetness at my opening, pumping in once, twice, and a third time before bringing my juices to my clit and rubbing hard and slow then fast and light.
Each time I get close, he changes the pace, edging me. I whimper in frustration and angle my pelvis up, seeking my own damn pleasure. I’m so lost in reaching my peak I don’t remember who’s taking me there.
Pausing his ministrations he groans, “You dirty fucking whore, you like being degraded. You’re going to be my good little whore and take my cock in your trash mouth aren’t you?” And then like a snowball to my face, I remember where the hell I am and who the hell I’m with.
Not realizing I’m no longer drunk on horniness, he lifts his head enough for me to take aim and I slam my head forward, catching him right in the mouth. He stumbles backward and I don’t even button my jeans, darting around him and heading up the hallway, away from the clusterfuck that just took place.
What the fuck was that?
29
WES
Idon’t know what the fuck I was thinking. Running my tongue over my swollen lip, it’s not too bad. I can definitely play it off like I bit it instead of being head-butted by Ariah. Again.The fucking minx.
I was supposed to scare her. She wasn’t supposed to be turned on, but with each twitch of her body, I almost forgot I hated her. Her supple tits brushed against me when I rubbed at her clit, and it utterly distracted me from my purpose.
My teeth bite down. “Shit,” I bark out, lifting my hand and coming away with blood. I reopened my lip.Idiot.She makes me forget myself.
