I prop my hip against the doorway, crossing my ankles as I fold my arms over my chest. “Oh, really?”
A pretty little blush forms over the apples of her cheeksas she looks down at the songbook propped on her knees. “It was either you or me. I chose you.”
I chuckle, the sound dark. “I see. What was it that Roman said? Everything has a price…”
Her eyes shoot up to me, her throat working in a swallow. “If I play, can I have more chocolate?”
Oh, I like the sound of that.
“Depends on if I catch you,” The timber of my voice darkens as I leer at her through half-lidded eyes.
She sets her notebook aside, gently folding her hands over her lap. “Do I get a head start?”
I push up from my post, posturing until I take up the doorway. “I’m going to tell you how this is going to go. I’ll give you a head start, but you don’t leave this house. Do you understand?” She nods, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. That little move has my cock swelling against my leg, need swarming my reason as I fight to continue laying out the ground rules of our little game. “If I catch you, I fuck you. If you can take my dick like a good girl, then you can have some more chocolate.”
Her eyes roll up to me, innocence mixing with curiosity. “If you find me.”
“When,” I correct. “You have a five-minute head start. Time starts now.” I side-step the doorway, giving her a clear path before she pushes up from the sofa and launches herself past me. The sweet smell of her, warm vanilla, and something fruity, teases my senses. I’ve already committed it to memory, desperately wanting to bottle that scent and keep a personal reserve of it all to myself.
She bolts down the hallway, and I already know she’s going to disobey my rules. I want to give her a head start—the illusion of being two steps ahead while I wait patiently in the shadows. It’s all too easy.
I count down the seconds in my head, slapping my hands over the doorframe as the last minute ticks by. There’s a lot of shuffling going on, which tells me she’s still franticallysearching for her hiding spot. When the back door glass sides open, I dash the last few seconds before storming the hall.
I’m not playing fair, but by the sounds of it, neither is she.
She’s one step over the threshold of the deck when I round into the living room. Her face falls, that smile fading as she curses at my quick approach.
I point a finger at her, my smirk conniving in all its intensity. “That’s your ass, Thorn.”
She gives a low sound of distress before sprinting across the deck. I roll my shoulders before launching myself after her. Adrenaline and pure, unfiltered need course through my veins. Nothing gets the blood pumping like a good chase.
She makes the mistake of looking back over her shoulder, and her steps falter. I take the opening, snaking an arm around her waist before hoisting her up effortlessly. She thrashes, her legs kicking as she tries to pry free of me.
“Let go!” She shouts, digging one of her heels into my thigh.
I chuckle darkly, an idea brewing. “You aren’t being a very good girl, Thorn. Bad girls don’t get chocolate. They get punished.”
She halts for a moment, her body softening. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I grit harshly before wrestling her down to the deck. It takes a lot of effort to contain her flailing limbs, but once I set her on her back and wedge myself between her pretty thighs, she becomes pliant. The fight seems to leech from her, and I know it’s only because she can’t get away. She’s captured, and she wants to be.
I sit back on my thighs, staring down at her perfect legs as I use a hand to bunch her nightie near her pussy. She’s still glistening from Maddox’s time, and I love how ruined she already looks.
My friend warmed her up for me.
How sweet of him.
I pull the chocolate out of my pocket, waving it tauntingly. “Is this what you want?”
Her eyes bounce between the candy and me, slight hesitation behind them. “Yes.”
I lift the sweet to my mouth, taking a square between my teeth and breaking it off. “Then come get it, pretty girl.”
She sits up, her gaze searing into me as she leans forward and gently closes her mouth around the end of the chocolate sticking out from between my lips. I growl low in my throat before grabbing the nape of her neck and pulling her forward until our lips crash and the candy is shared between us. Need flares through me, the taste of the chocolate mixing with Rosalie’s natural sweetness, causing my mind to go hazy with lust.
She melts into me, her hands rising as she slides them up my abdomen and snakes them around my neck. I push into her, laying her back down on the deck as I let her consume me. I cover her, but she has all the control. If she were to tell me to lie down so she could take her pleasure, I would do it in a fucking heartbeat. She has no idea the power she wields over all of us, and as long as she wants it, we’ll destroy anything or anyone who she deems unworthy.
Yes, I think we’ve been obsessed since the very beginning, but we had no idea how deeply Rosalie’s claws were embedded in us.
