“Get up, stand by the wall,” I commanded and she slipped off of the bed instantly, biting her lip as she scurried over to the wall.
I released a slow breath, marvelling at the way even that little act of obedience made me feel. It was exhilarating to have her at my command. I felt the closest to calm that I had all day, the power she was lending me over her body making the tension seep out of my limbs and lighting a new kind of fire in my flesh.
I took the blankets from the bed and folded them carefully, stacking them on the floor alongside the pillows. My gaze shifted to Tatum again as she waited in quiet anticipation, watching me with her fingers twisting into the fabric of the silk shorts she wore like she was aching to run them over something else.
I gripped the edge of the mattress and tugged it off of the bed frame and onto the floor in the space before her. No more bed. No more rules to worry about breaking.
“Lie on your back,” I growled, pointing at the mattress and she quickly moved to follow my command, blinking up at me as I stood over her, enjoying the way all of that long, blonde hair spilled across the sheets. “Part your legs.”
Her eyes widened at that one but she did it, drawing her knees up as her thighs parted for me and her hands knotted in the sheets at her sides.
“Don’t touch me,” I warned and she nodded, her chest heaving as I moved onto the mattress too.
I knelt before her, looking down at her as she waited for me, spread out like a feast at my complete and utter mercy. My dick was straining with the desperate urge to take her but I wouldn’t give in. My will was iron and her rules were law.
I moved onto my hands and knees and crawled between her thighs and over her body, making sure I didn’t touch her at all as I placed my hands either side of her head.
I leaned down, my muscles bunching as I did a press up over her, dropping so low that my skin prickled with the nearness of her body to mine and I tasted her breath as she exhaled shakily.
“What’s wrong?” I teased as I pushed myself back up away from her again.
“You really are the devil,” she groaned and I smirked at her.
“You have no idea,” I promised, lowering myself over her again.
That time I let my chest brush against hers the smallest amount and she shifted beneath me like she wanted to maintain the contact.
“Saint,” she pleaded, her voice all hot and breathy in a way that ignited a fire in my veins.
“Stay still,” I warned. “And say my name like that again.”
I dipped down again, brushing my mouth over the hollow of her neck and she moaned my name as if she was imagining me inside her.
“You’re wriggling,” I breathed, lifting myself off of her again and she arched her back like she was trying to prolong the contact.
“Don’t move,” I snarled, my heart leaping as she broke my rule and she fell back against the mattress with a groan of frustration.
“Or what?” she asked breathlessly. “What will you do to me if I break your rules, Saint?”
I growled beneath my breath at the thought of it, looking down at her hands where they fisted my sheets and loving how hard she was fighting her desire to touch me.
“You want consequences?” I asked, lowering myself over her again and brushing my chest over hers so that her nipples pressed against my skin through her top and she moaned a yes into my ear.
I raised myself off of her again and held myself there, looking down into her blue eyes which were so full of lust that it made me ache. I’d seen her look at Kyan like that and I’d been trying to convince myself ever since that I didn’t care, but having her focus on me in the same way lit me up and set me blazing like nothing I’d ever known.
“I thought you didn’t like me punishing you,” I said, keeping my body an inch from hers as she writhed in the sheets beneath me.
“I liked some of your punishments,” she said seductively and my gaze darkened as I remembered the way she’d moaned as I spanked her.
“Is that what you want?” I asked. “You want me to spank you if you break the rules?”
“Yes,” she replied without a moment of hesitation and my fingers flexed against the sheet beside her head.
Fuck, this girl just doesn’t stop surprising me. Why the hell do I like that so much? She’s chaos bottled and I should be running as far from her as I can get, but she just keeps drawing me in.
I lowered myself down over her carefully again, this time running my tongue up the side of her neck and she moaned in encouragement, bucking her hips so that she ground herself against my dick.
I fell still instantly, my gaze narrowing on her as I snatched her hands into my grip and pinned them above her head.
“What did I say about touching me?” I snarled, my eyes blazing as she looked up at me, completely at my mercy and panting with need.
“What did I say about punishing me?” she replied, grinding her hips against me again and making my balls swell with desire.
I growled at her and pressed my weight down hard, pinning her hips beneath me and her legs instantly curled around my back as she tried to pull me closer still.
“Does this feel like I’m not touching you, Tatum?” I demanded, rocking my hips so that my dick ground against her and she moaned at the friction, her thighs tightening in a plea for more. “Answer me. Can you feel that?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Jesus, Saint, don’t stop, just-”
I shoved myself off of her, forcing her legs to part as I moved to sit on the edge of the mattress beyond her feet. I pushed myself upright and stalked away from her before dropping into the brown, leather armchair beside the desk in the corner of the room.
Tatum rolled over onto her front, watching me with confusion in her gaze as I placed my hands on the arms of the chair and waited.
“What are you-”
“Come here,” I demanded, levelling her with a dark look. “And bend over.”
Her eyes widened with a mixture of fear and excitement and she pushed herself off of the mattress before moving towards me.
“Do you want me to go easy on you?” I asked, eyeing the way her golden hair was all messed up and enjoying the fact that I’d been responsible for it.
“No,” she whispered and I almost groaned as I held out a hand for her.
She took it tentatively and I yanked her forward so that she fell across my knees with a squeal of surprise. I grasped a fistful of her hair in my left hand to make her arch her back as she propped her forearms on the edge of the chair to support herself, her fingers curling around the leather as she gripped it tight.
“I’m going to hit you three times,” I told her. “This is your last chance to back out.”
“I don’t want to back out,” she panted and I was certain she could feel how hard my dick was beneath her because I was pretty sure I’d never been as turned on as this in my entire life and it was driving into her forcefully enough to bruise.
I slid my right hand down her spine, enjoying the way she shivered at my touch as I palmed the round curve of her ass. I lined my hand up right at the apex of her thighs where only the thin silk of her shorts divided the hot heat of her from my flesh and I groaned as she lifted her ass into my hand.
I swung my hand back and clapped it down hard, a moan of pure lust spilling from her lips as she arched her neck back against the grip I held on her hair.
My heart was pounding to a blinding rhythm as the demon in me did a fucking backflip in excitement and I could only stare at her as I tried to drink in the fact that she wanted this too. That she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was and that I’d found something to please the darkness in me which didn’t involve damaging someone else for once.
I circled my palm against the sting I’d placed on her flesh for a few seconds, drawing more moans from her lips and soothing it before swinging my hand back again.
The second sound to leave her lips had my chest heaving as she cried out in pleasure at the strike of my hand an
d as I circled my palm against the tender flesh, she ground back against me wantonly, demanding more.
The third clap of my palm against her made her call out my name. The word sounding like a blessing and a curse as I circled my hand over the sting and slowly released her golden locks from my other hand, my fingers massaging her scalp for a few moments before I slid them from her hair.
“You really like that?” I asked her roughly, her answer meaning more to me than I wanted to let on.
“Do you really need to ask that question?” she panted.
I drew her upright again and she moved to straddle me in the wide chair, her hands landing on my chest as she traced the words of my tattoo with her fingertips.
The days are long, but the nights are dark.
Our eyes connected as she read the words and a quiet kind of understanding seemed to pass between us.
She ground her hips against my dick in a silent plea and I was seriously fucking tempted to give in and finish this, but the rules she’d set might as well have been shackles around my limbs. Hell, there may as well have been one around my dick too. Rules were the only thing that kept me sane. I’d never break one.
“Are you still going to punish me for the records tomorrow?” she asked softly, her eyes guarded even as she ground herself against my cock and I wrapped my hands around her hips to take control of her movements.
“Consider yourself punished,” I said, surprising myself with the sincerity of my words.
Earlier, I hadn’t been able to think up a punishment severe enough to equal the pain she’d caused me by destroying the only valuable thing my grandmother had left me when she died. She’d gifted me thirteen properties and a considerable fortune too, but the records were the only thing that had really mattered to me. A few minutes of Tatum surrendering control to me was enough to quiet that rage in me. Snuffing it out like it had never existed at all. And I was struggling to get my mind around that.
She ground against me again and I grunted, tightening my grip on her hips so that she couldn’t move at all without me guiding her. Then I looked into her eyes and slowly rocked her hips so that the solid length of my cock rode over her clit through our thin clothes.
She moaned as I did it again and I began to wonder what exactly counted as foreplay. Kyan said that she’d specified it meant touching each other beneath our underwear, but I had to think that rubbing her up and down the length of my dick until she came would count too. Though it was certainly tempting to overlook that as she moaned for me again.
It’s definitely bending the rules.
I groaned in frustration and flipped her around, tossing her down into the chair and pinning her beneath me. I lingered between her thighs for a moment as she looked up at me in surprise.
The burn on my hand was nothing compared to the heat in my blood as I took in the way she was looking at me. The lust, the desire, the need.
Fuck. I was in over my head with this girl and I was pretty certain she was beginning to figure that out.
I turned away suddenly and heaved the mattress back onto the bed, rearranging the covers and pillows before turning back to find her watching me like she had a thousand things to say, but couldn’t pick one.
I moved back over to her, offering her my hand again and curling my fingers tight around hers as she took it.
I pulled her to her feet then dropped my hands to her hips, pressing my body flush with hers so that she could feel how much I wanted her as my aching cock pressed against her warm flesh.
I started walking, backing her over to the bed until I was pushing her into her usual spot. I pressed her down until she was laying there, her thighs parting and chest rising and falling as she looked at me like she wanted me to corrupt her as thoroughly as I could manage. And if it wasn’t for the rules that bound me, I’d have done it a hundred times over.
“Thanks for the enlightenment, Barbie,” I breathed, moving away from her again just as quickly.
She gaped at me as I drew the covers up over her and tucked her in.
I placed a pillow in the centre of the bed to make sure my dick didn’t draw me across it to touch her in the night then moved around the bed and flopped down into my spot with a huff of frustration as my cock strained with the most desperate need to finish what we’d started.
“Seriously?” Tatum growled, turning her big blues on me just before the lights flicked out as midnight came around.
“I’m not the one who made the rules, Barbie,” I replied, chuckling darkly as she cursed me.
I released a slow breath and closed my eyes, trying to make myself forget that she was just a few feet from me, her body aching in the dark just as much as mine. But that wasn’t the point.
There was a lightness in my chest as I thought about what we’d just done and for the first time in my life, I wondered if I’d been right to believe there was no real way for me to quiet the demon in me. Perhaps there were things that I could do to satisfy that ache in my blood and my desperate need for control which weren’t as destructive as everything I’d always relied on.
When Tatum’s breathing grew steady, I shifted onto my side, leaning on the pillow I’d put in place to keep me away from her and watched her in the moonlight which was filtering in through the stained glass window above my bed.
I’d known there was something special about this girl from the first moment I’d laid my eyes on her. And now I was just more determined to make her accept her place amongst us. Because if this wasn’t fate then I didn’t know what was. Tatum Rivers was mine. And I was never going to let her go.
My alarm called to me at a quarter to six, the buzz of it vibrating through my pillow. I had to be downstairs kneeling outside the crypt by six and I groaned groggily as I tried to force my body awake.
I wanna stay here in this comfy ass bed forever. It was totally worth the spanking, but now Saint knew I liked it, I doubted he was going to punish me seriously that way anymore. Damn, why’d I have to go and spoil a good thing? Not that I was particularly miffed since Saint had toyed with his need for control.
I’d been pacing his room last night, ready for him to destroy me while he was in the bathroom. I was going to be dead. Deader than a dead fly in a windowsill and I would’ve had a far less peaceful demise unless I acted fast. It had struck me with the force of a lightning bolt what I had to do. What in that moment had seemed so obvious to do. I needed to relent to him completely, show total submission, then how could he punish me?
I’d almost laughed when it had worked, quietly smug, but when he’d told me about the records being his grandmother’s, I’d somehow found it in me to pity him too. To feel guilt over what I’d done. I knew Saint had taken my letters and yet I would never mindfully have done the same to him, destroying something so personal. Irreplaceable. I guessed that meant I wasn’t a monster like he was. Though sometimes I wished I was, so I could be as cruel and as callous to him in my revenge as he had been to me.
My phone buzzed again and I pushed the covers aside, my eyes cracking open the smallest amount as I foolishly tried to cling to sleep.
I had one foot on the cool floorboards when Saint’s voice reached me. “No more kneeling outside the crypt.”
I turned to him, wondering if he’d just spoken in his sleep or if someone else was doing a perfect impression of his voice because why the hell would he say that? “Um, what?”
“You heard me, Barbie.” His eyes were still closed, like he couldn’t bear to open them a moment before six am. “I only wish for you to kneel from now on when you want to kneel,” he said, his voice gaining a seductive edge which made my body quiver.
When I want to kneel? Holy shit.
“Why?” I demanded, still not trusting him.
“Because I said so,” he growled. “Now come back to bed.”
Well hell if I’m gonna question that order. I slid back under the covers, a moan escaping me as I rolled over, hugging the pillow that Saint had placed between us. He had rolled towar
ds me too, his hand resting on the pillow almost like he’d been reaching for me in the night. But even wholly unconscious, I knew Saint wouldn’t break my rules. Although…he had come pretty close last night. I bit my lip as I thought about the press of his hard length between my thighs. I kind of hated myself for how good that had felt, how much I’d ached for him. If there was a soul in the world who was the least deserving of my body, it was him. So why had I yearned for his touch yesterday? Why had I started to think it might be okay to forget our hate for one night and just indulge in the darkest fantasies our minds could conjure?
Not gonna think about it.
My eyes fell closed and I smiled as I realised I had a whole hour and a half longer to sleep. That was until six am ticked around and Clair de Lune by Debussy poured through the speakers all around his room. It was way louder up here than anywhere else in The Temple and that was saying something.
I groaned, shoving my head under my pillow and pressing it down against my ear.
I felt Saint’s weight shift from the bed and the music dimmed in the room as if he’d turned off the speakers in here. I pushed the pillow back and watched as he got ready for his workout then jogged downstairs out of sight. I was left speechless. Did he just do something nice for me?
Do not think into it. Saint Memphis doesn’t do nice for anyone unless it benefits himself.
I couldn’t sleep after that though. My mind was firing off thoughts which had no business being in my head. Does Saint actually have a conscience deep under all those layers of ice? Impossible.
I finally got up, having wasted my extra time in bed, then I headed downstairs and started making breakfast for everyone.
When Saint appeared from the crypt, I tried my best not to eye-fuck him in all his sweaty, hardened muscle glory, focusing on serving up the food I’d made instead as he walked upstairs.
Blake appeared next, strolling toward me as he stretched his arms above his head, his bare torso rippling with endless muscle. The world was testing me today.
I held out his plate of pancakes and he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my cheek, leaving a burning mark there as he thanked me and walked away. Um, did I travel into an alternate reality in my sleep last night? Saint being nice, then Blake kissing me like a prince. I thought we’d stopped playing that game?
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