Page 51 of Conjure

It’s pissing me off how she holds my attention this easily without trying. It pisses me off even more that she gives her friends attention. If it were up to me, I would lock her up so no one else could see her smile except for me.

The sun beats down relentlessly, but I barely notice. Camryn’s eyes widen as I stride across the parking lot with determined steps, hands in my pockets.

I don’t spare her friends a glance as I advance, solely focused on the little brat who’s avoiding me at every turn.

She can’t avoid me now.

I grab hold of her throat and slam her up against the truck. And then I swallow her surprised yelp with a hard, savage kiss.

The urge to claim her in front of her friends ripples through my veins.

Fuck that Aron guy.

Her sweet little body trembles in my hold. I devour her whole, feasting on her tongue and swollen lips like they’re my last meal. I kiss her like I’ve never been kissed.

I have, just not like this.

Never have I been consumed to the brink of insanity by a girl, and while the power Camryn holds over me is frightening, I still binge on her because, despite the warning bells in my head, she tastes and feels like heaven. And the descent into madness,her madness,makes me heady.

When one of her friends clears their throat behind me, Camryn pushes my unmoving chest. I tighten my grip on her slender neck, the urge to snap her neck twitching my fingers, but I force myself to stay in control.

With a final bite of that plump lip, I step back and haul her against me.

Her friends watch us with wide eyes.

Gwen bounces her gaze between us before a blinding smile splits her face. “Oh my God… I can’t believe you held out on us.”

“I didn’t hold—” Camryn falls silent when I tighten my grip on her waist in a warning to shut that pretty mouth before it gets her into deep trouble.

While Brittany and Gwen gush over my power play, I lock eyes with Aron and smirk.

If he thinks he stands a chance with her now that I’ve torn through her tight cunt with my dick, he can think again. Besides, I’d slaughter him slowly if he tried.

I step around Camryn with my hand on her waist and throw open the passenger door. “Get in.”

She stiffens in my hold but slides in without a fight, and the raging possessiveness inside me likes that a little too much.

After slamming the door shut, I round the truck and throw one last glance at Aron.

He looks like a wounded animal.

Oblivious, Brittany loops her arm through his and guides him away from the truck while popping her pink gum.

Aron holds my gaze until he has no choice but to look away. I slide in behind the steering wheel, pull the door shut, and crank the engine.

Static meets my ears, disturbed every few seconds by a distorted voice. The signal out here is crap. I leave the radio on.

It’s not until we were on the country road, with nothing but the baked asphalt in front of us and cornfields on each side, that Camryn asks, “What was that back there? Why did you kiss me in front of my friends?”

“Shut up.”

Her lips snap shut, but her eyes bore into the side of my face. “Excuse me?—”

“Shut the hell up,” I say, in a firmer voice this time, and she visibly shrinks back in my periphery.

My cock strains against my jeans as more static crackles through the speakers. Camryn remains quiet.

“I kissed you to prove a point,” I reply, tapping my thumb on the steering wheel and glancing in the rearview mirror.