“Okay,” she panted, her grip in my hair tightening as she kept me where I was.
“That doesn’t sound like begging to me,” I reminded her with a dark laugh.
“Fuck you,” she hissed and I ran my tongue over her bikini bottoms this time, pressing down hard and slowly dragging it all the way up the centre of her.
“C’mon, baby,” I growled, aching to taste her and claim her pleasure for myself.
“Please,” she ground out. “Please, Kyan, I’m begging you, just- ah!”
I yanked her bikini bottoms aside and pushed two fingers inside her with a groan of need as I felt how perfectly wet and tight she was. She moaned as I pumped them in and out, her gaze locking with mine as fire burned in the blue depths of her eyes. Her grip on my hair tightened and she drove my face between her legs and I was more than willing to oblige her as I sucked her clit between my teeth, tugging hard enough to make her cry out. I lapped my tongue over the small hurt to soothe it, groaning at the perfect fucking taste of her as I pressed forward with my feast.
My dick was fit to fucking burst within my jeans and I reached down with my free hand to loosen my fly. Tatum gasped in surprise as my dick sprung free but she was so fucking hot that I was going to come in my pants if I didn’t do something about it.
“You fucking savage,” she groaned in a voice that said she definitely liked it as I worked my cock in my hand in time with the pumps of my fingers deep inside her.
Her grip in my hair was so tight that it hurt, but that only turned me on more as I devoured her and her hips rocked against my mouth with a desperate need.
A crunch sounded on the rocks behind us, but if someone was there I couldn’t give a single shit about it.
I circled my tongue once more and she cried out as I brought her to ruin, the taste of her ecstasy lining my tongue as I continued to move my fingers inside her until she stopped convulsing around them.
“Stop,” she commanded me as I pumped my dick faster, my own release just a few strokes away.
“Why?” I grunted, but she caught my arm and dragged me upright, pausing my movement as she spun me around so my back was to the Sacred Stone instead.
She unwrapped my fingers from my cock, looking me right in the eyes as she teased the throbbing length of me in her hand and a groan escaped me as I tipped my head back against the Sacred Stone.
“Because I’m going to make you beg for me too,” she promised, dropping to her knees before me.
My breath grew ragged as I looked down at her and she slowly ran her tongue around the head of my dick, moaning lustily as she tasted the bead of moisture which had already appeared for her.
“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking hot,” I growled, watching as she licked me again, this time placing her tongue at the base of my shaft and dragging it all the way to the tip.
I groaned with need, my balls aching as she teased me, her blue eyes flashing with the thrill of the power she was holding over my head.
“Do you like that, baby?” she mocked, knowing full well she owned me in every fucking way in that moment. “Do you want to see if I can fit every last inch of you in my mouth?”
I grunted as her tongue circled the head again, that moan of delight leaving her lips as she tasted me and I fought the urge to beg, but we both knew I was going to sooner or later. This sweet torture wouldn’t end unless I did and she had me so worked up that I was likely to come all over her face any second anyway.
“You’re killing me,” I snarled.
“That doesn’t sound like begging to me,” she said, shifting back an inch and licking her lips seductively.
I opened my mouth to say the words, but they jammed in my throat. I couldn’t do it. I’d learned a long time ago that begging never got me anything good. So I tried a different tactic instead.
“Tatum,” I growled, my fingers twisting into her blonde hair. “You once told me you could suck cock so good that dirty boys like me forgot their own names. Was that just bullshit or can you prove that claim?”
Her eyes narrowed at the challenge and I cursed as she wrapped her full lips around my cock, groaning as she drew me all the way in with a moan of pleasure that said she was enjoying it almost as much as I was.
Holy fuck, she wasn’t lying.
Her tongue swirled around the head of my dick and I gritted my teeth to stop myself from coming right away, determined to enjoy this for as long as I could hold out.
She took me in again, her lips driving right down to the base as I lost my fucking mind over her.
My head tipped back and she gripped my ass, driving her fingernails in hard enough to draw blood as she took me in again and again, but I couldn’t keep holding off.
I fisted my hands in her blonde hair as my dick swelled within her and I cursed as I exploded in her mouth and pleasure raced through my body far faster than I’d have liked.
I sagged back against the stone with my heart racing and my entire fucking body humming with the perfection of that release.
She drew back slowly, biting her swollen bottom lip as she swallowed and my heart pounded out of fucking rhythm.
“What’s your name, baby?” she mocked.
“No fucking idea,” I muttered, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth and I hid it beneath my thumb.
A slow smile spread across her lips too but it wasn’t hearts and roses, it was savage and triumphant. Like she knew full well she’d conquered me and we’d barely even begun.
“Fuck the party,” I panted as I fastened my fly and drew her to her feet. “You’re sleeping in with me tonight, I say we go back and do that again. And again. I don’t wanna sleep until I’ve made you come so many times you lose count.”
I wanted to kiss those swollen lips so bad that I almost gave in and did it. I satisfied the urge by burying my mouth against her neck instead and she shivered in my arms as she wrapped herself around me.
“That’s a pretty big challenge,” she said, moaning as I continued my work on her neck. “But I’m willing to let you try and fail.”
I laughed darkly and swept her into my arms, gripping her ass as her thighs locked around my waist, not wanting her flesh to be an inch from mine.
“I won’t fail, baby,” I promised and she bit her lip again as I carried her back to The Temple. We probably had a few hours before the others would quit the party and come home too. But if she was still screaming my name by then, I didn’t mind them listening in.
I woke with a heavy arm weighing down my chest, a muscular leg curled around mine and a solid dick pressing into my hip. Kyan.
A smile pulled at my mouth as I hung between sleep and waking, that blissful moment where I forgot that everything wasn’t okay in the world. I chewed on my lip as I thought of last night and turned to look at Kyan as my mind sharpened. His dark features were lightened by sleep, his face too beautiful for words.
My gaze travelled from his sinful mouth which had tortured, teased and ravished me last night, to the hollow of his collar bone and the ink which coiled across it. My eyes kept dipping further down to the dusting of hair travelling beneath his boxers and the impressive bulge filling them out. I couldn’t help but fantasise about what it would be like to give myself to him completely, to experience the full, unrestrained might of this twisted creature and watch him fall apart for me. But Kyan clung to his rules. He didn’t screw girls on campus. Apparently he just fondled them, touched them until their souls splintered and gave out orgasms with his hands and tongue like free candy.
A frown pulled at my brow as I realised I wasn’t special to him. He’d probably been with countless girls on campus even if he hadn’t stuck his dick in any of them. It made my insides twist as I pictured someone like Pearl Devickers being touched by him, pawing at his flesh. Flesh which I was currently wrapped in and wanted to own every inch of. The mere thought of it made jealousy rise in me like a rabid animal.
Shit, I knew I was getting in deep here. I wanted to sever the nerves that connect
ed me to my emotions so that I could conduct this plan without things getting messy. But as Kyan ground himself into me and heat pooled between my thighs all over again, I knew I was in trouble. I never planned to end up back here and I was ashamed of myself for giving in to temptation at the first real test. But Kyan was a drug pure and simple. One taste led to a second, and a second led to a third. Pretty soon I’d be in rehab telling a circle of strangers, Hi I’m Tatum Rivers and I’m addicted to cruel boys with black hearts.
The longer I lay there, the more my veins began to burn as I thought of how foolish I’d been last night. Kyan wouldn’t even kiss me. And any attention he did give my body was all on his terms. He’d even gotten me to say please.
At first, I’d thought I was in control, thinking if I just took what I needed then it wouldn’t be so bad. But the more I tasted of him, the more I craved. I could have let him please me and held onto an inch of power over him, but no. I’d gone down on him too and hell, I couldn’t even find it in myself to be mad at that. I’d ached to make Kyan fall apart in the way he’d done to me. But when I looked back on last night as a whole, it was clear he’d been the one pulling the strings. And not just the ones securing my bikini in place.
You idiot, Tatum.
What he withheld from me was a twisted kind of power play. Like I wasn’t good enough for his lips on mine or the full extent of his desire. I was still just his toy. One he liked to take out of the box and mess with from time to time. And maybe that shouldn’t have cut into me as deeply as it did. Kyan’s reputation preceded him and I was a fool to think the side of him I saw was anything but a seductive lie. I had no doubt he devoured women like he devoured his breakfasts. Messily, ferociously and when he was done he left someone else to clean up the plate. If I didn’t tread more carefully, I was going to end up with more than my pride bruised.
I tried to slide out from under his tree trunk of an arm with a growl of irritation, but in true Kyan fashion, he didn’t budge an inch.
“I’ll dig your eyes out with a spoon and shove them up your Aunt Consuela’s ass,” he murmured in his sleep.
“For god’s sake Kyan.” I turned, pinching his nipple and twisting hard, rage making me forget how dangerous it was to wake this sleeping wolf.
He growled like he liked it, grabbing hold of me and yanking me on top of him. I gasped in surprise and his eyes opened, a sleepy smirk on his face as he gripped my hips and ground me against his hard length.
I tried to ignore how good that felt and how my heart fluttered at the sight of this man beneath me. I wanted to conquer him like an empress invading a savage land. I wanted to tame the people, build roads and hospitals and provide food to the-
Jesus fucking Christ, Tatum, stop trying to civilise the country of Kyan.
“Morning, baby,” he purred.
“Let go of me,” I snarled, surprising myself with how sharp my voice came out. And that was when I realised the true extent of my fury. I was hot and bothered and sick of his shit. I deserved a man who gave me all of himself, not bits and pieces. Like I should be so grateful for the crumbs he tossed me when I got hungry.
Why do I care anyway? It’s not like I want him to be my boyfriend. That label could never be put on Kyan Roscoe. He was a manenemy. Simple as that.
His eyes widened in surprise. “Whasup?” he slurred.
“Let. Go,” I growled and he did, frowning at me as I climbed out of bed and threw the door open. I was angry to the core, my dad’s temper surfacing in me. It always took longer to raise its head in me, but here it was and it wanted a fight.
I stormed out of the room, my skin too warm in Kyan’s large black and white Yamaha T-shirt which hung down to my knees, my mind on overdrive. I heard him following me and pursed my lips as he hounded me like a dog.
I whipped around, glaring at him to try and warn him to stay back. “Fuck you for being you,” I tossed at him, unsure if that even made sense, but I was too blindingly mad to care.
“Woah, way to cut my heart out, baby,” he laughed and that sound just got me even angrier.
I stalked away again, needing to put some distance between me and him. That was the whole problem in the first place. He was always too close. His scent was intoxicating, it shouldn’t have been legal. But if he just kept his distance then I wouldn’t have this problem.
I snatched a cushion off the couch, launching it at him the same moment Saint’s music hit a powerful, choir-wailing crescendo. Kyan caught it out of the air, tossing it away with a smirk on his face as he continued to chase after me at a steady pace.
I grabbed up another cushion, throwing it, then another and another. He either caught or deflected them all and I snarled my fury as he tried to catch me and I leapt over the side of the couch to escape him. He was still laughing and the more he did that, the more furious I became.
I went for something precious to him next, marching straight for the Xbox and grabbing a control before launching it at his head. He barely caught that one, but he still did.
“Goddammit!” I snapped, throwing another one before turning, about to wrench the whole console out from the cabinet under the TV.
His arms closed around me, his chin rubbing against my head. “Why are you so angry? Are you trying to get my dick hard again? Because it’s working.”
I shoved out of his arms with an honest-to-shit snarl and he let me go as I stalked across the room towards the kitchenette. “You’re just so…so-”
“Handsome?” he offered and I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter, throwing it at him with a huff.
He caught it, taking a savage bite out of it so juices ran down his chin. “Irresistible?”
I grabbed up another apple, readying my aim.
The other Night Keepers may have infuriated me, but they didn’t get me raging like Kyan did. I ached to destroy Saint with a cold, vicious kind of hate, with Blake I wanted to make his heart bleed, but Kyan? Fucking Kyan. I wanted to claw his pretty face off and burn it in the fireplace!
“Good at making you come?”
I threw the apple with hopes of death by fruit, but he caught that one too, tossing it up and down in his hand then bouncing it off his elbow and catching it again. “Irritating, antagonising, insufferable!”
Deep down, I knew I wasn’t even angry at him. I was angry at myself. I was supposed to be luring Kyan in and capturing his heart according to mine and Monroe’s plan. At least a piece of it anyway. But that wasn’t what was happening, he was playing me like every girl he’d ever played. And the only heart that was getting damaged was mine.
“Jeez baby, just suck my dick again already. You’re obviously gagging for it.”
Nope, scrap that, I was mad at him. Really fucking mad.
I was about to start screeching in ultrasonic tones when I spotted the list of rules on the fridge. Victory sailed through my veins like a summer breeze and I strode forward, slamming my finger against no touching in bed then pointed at no foreplay.
“You broke the rules,” I announced, my heart lifting as I realised I could punish him for this. Really punish him. Even if I had made the decision to be with him last night, that didn’t make my rules void. This was the perfect way to get even for all the shit he’d dragged me through and for the emotions he invoked in me which I was decidedly blaming him for even though I knew that was illogical. But right then, I didn’t care one bit. He’d done plenty to earn my wrath besides this. Now I just had the perfect excuse to unleash it.
“Psh.” He nudged me aside, tossing the apples down on the side and wrenching the fridge open. He took out the milk, twisting the cap off, proceeding to drink right from the bottle and my nose wrinkled. My dad always did that and I hated it.
“Other people drink that milk,” I hissed. “And you broke two rules, dipshit.”
“Did I hear you correctly?” Saint appeared from the gym, his chest gleaming and his muscles taut, taking me by surprise for a second as he approached.
I p
ointed out the rules Kyan had broken again, heat surfacing in my cheeks and Saint’s eyes turned to pitch.
“Fuck you, Kyan,” he snarled, snatching the milk from him and launching it into the sink so it splashed everywhere.
“She wanted it,” Kyan laughed, entirely unaffected by Saint’s outburst.
“Doesn’t matter,” I said at the same time Saint did and I shared a look with him where his eyes burned directly into my soul. Holy shit, we actually agree on something for once.
Kyan rolled his eyes, marching away and throwing himself down on the couch. “So punish me, baby. I don’t give a flying saucer of a fuck.”
I clenched my jaw, glaring at the back of his head and mentally going through the list of their crimes. My mind latched onto one in particular and I suddenly knew exactly what I was going to do to him.
I strode forward, intending to head to the bathroom, but Saint caught my arm, his grip cool even though he’d been working out for an hour and a half.
“You want him?” he asked, his voice lacking any emotion, but I could see a shadow behind his eyes that made my heart skip a beat and disarmed me all at once.
I nodded, not wanting Kyan to hear my admission - while unable to deny it despite my rage - and Saint’s grip tightened. He reeled me closer, inhaling the air around me and seeming to suck every drop of oxygen out of it. “Just him?”
My lips parted at the question and I scrambled to hold onto my plan. I needed to work at dismantling their little empire. And getting close to Saint was key to that. Was jealousy my way in?
“No,” I said loud enough for Kyan to hear and he cocked his head toward us.
I wanted that to be a lie, but it wasn’t. I felt things for the Night Keepers, all of them. They each awoke a different part of me. And I secretly wanted to explore them all. Or maybe not so secretly now.
Saint’s adam’s apple bobbed and his grip continued to tighten, like he didn’t want to let me walk away from him.
“Make him pay,” he said at last, releasing me and I strode in the direction of Kyan’s room with a breath rushing from my lungs.
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