Page 17 of Crown of Thorns (The Initiation #3)

“You wanted to know what it was like for me. Being introduced to your precious brotherhood.” I push his head back against the wall, then do it again for good measure.

He grunts in pain but it doesn’t erase his fucking smile.

Still lethal in its provocation. Still destructive in its beauty.

“It was sick. All these guys making out with each other, fucking around while others watch. It’s insane, and I won’t ever come with you again.

Consider me out. I won’t do it. I won’t even talk about it.

” Fisting his head, I’m not sure what to do next.

Nothing can calm this rage I’m feeling, this helplessness.

I hate Louis. Hate that he’s texting me every day like he cares.

Hate that he’s working his way inside my life, a life that has been so well-preserved until recently, and that he threatens to force open a box that has been safely tucked away.

I can’t let him. But I can’t stop myself.

Can’t stop my finger as it hungrily traces down Louis’s curvy throat, down to those sexy nipples.

I take one between my fingers and twist it.

My cock jerks when he groans. It’s a low rumble that promises nothing but filth.

I do it again, twisting and stroking his nipple, releasing his throat to give his other nipple the same treatment.

He squirms in my hold, cock hardening until it points right at me.

“Look at you, Professor. You can’t win, can you?

” His chuckle makes me see red, but before I can choke him again, he switches places.

Fisting my hands, he holds them above my head, pressing them against the wall.

Pressing a thigh between mine, he rubs it against my throbbing cock. We hiss at the same time.

“I didn’t think you were a quitter, Noah. One gathering and you run off with your tail between your legs. But these private classes you provide? Can’t run away from those. My father booked me in.”

“ What ?” My cock pulses against his wet flesh. “That’s not going to happen.”

“It already is, baby. You and I will spend a lot of time together. It will be so good.” He places soft kisses on the corner of my mouth that make me shiver. “Want me to ride you, Professor? Want to fill my cunt up with your fat cock?”

“No,” I choke. Jesus fuck. My dick jerks in reply and while there might be some restraint left, it’s not enough to refuse Louis.

“No?” He grins knowingly.

He’s a walking sin, and like this, wet and hard and offering himself like it’s the most common thing in the world, he is everything my dreams were ever made of. But I can’t take him.

Can’t forget my position.

Can’t allow myself to fall for him.

But I need more of him. I can’t…not.

“No,” I say again. He laughs when I dip my chin and latch onto his mouth.

Desperation courses through me. He’s got the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted.

He brings out the worst in me. He makes me lose all sanity, strips my self-protection, and leaves me a pleading mess.

I want to explore every single patch of skin my mouth can find, drink him in like he is the sweetest of treats.

He lines his dick against mine, uncapping the lid of a bottle of lube that sure as hell isn’t mine. But I crave his touch, I crave it so badly. And that pisses me off.

“Come on, Noah, let’s just enjoy this moment together.” His voice is nothing but a low tease. Louis dribbles the lube in my palm and tosses the bottle to the side. Arching my face for better access, his teeth nibble on my lip.

That’s it. I’m done for.

“You just won’t stop, will you? You keep on going and going until I…”

“Until what?”

Until I lose it. I growl at him, and he hisses when I slick his already wet cock with the lube before grabbing both our dicks and pressing them together. His skin is so smooth, yet everything else is so hard and unyielding at the same time. “Why did you have to come to my house?”

“Wanted to see you, baby.” His large hand curls around my shoulders, and he presses me closer, rolling his hips against mine for more friction.

I don’t know what to say to that. The feeling of our slick, hard cocks sliding together is sensational. My toes curl at the sweet moans he makes in my mouth while I keep on working both our dicks. “Always begging for my attention.” I lick the corner of his lips, and he chuckles lowly.

“Because you won’t give me any.”

“And still you don’t get the message.”

“Oh, Professor, if only you’d send me a message. Text me pics of your gorgeous body. You’d make me the happiest asshole in the world.” My cock pulses against his and we both moan. “I mean, look at yourself now. So fucking sexy.”

“Shut up.”

His smoky chuckle does fucking nothing to bring my brain back. “Oh, baby.”

“I said, shut up. I don’t want you here. Don’t want you messing up my mind.”

Louis gazes at me, his black and golden eyes flashing like the devil he is. I hate how I sound. Small. Cracked. Like I’m begging the one person I should be running from.

Everything is wrong. My guards are down, and I don’t know how to get them up. I growl, unable to steer my impending orgasm away. He smiles knowingly. “I hate you.” Those are the only words that leave my mouth, his moan the only warning in return, before I feel our cocks swell in anticipation.

Louis yanks me close, and my mouth hits his collarbone, just like his hits mine.

We tremble under the hot jets as we both reach our peak, and I keep on coming, keep on releasing in my palm, my cum and his together creating a slick mess.

He pulls my head back by my hair and smears his fingers over my lips.

I can't help but lick them clean. His eyes flash with heat as he dives in, his tongue finds mine, kissing and nipping and tasting our release. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever done.

And I hate that I liked it. That my body would still reach for him if he left me bleeding.

When the water turns cold, we are brought back to reality. Literally a cold shower. I leave first, yanking my towel and wrapping it around my waist. “I'm going to my bedroom now. When I’ve finished getting dressed, I want you gone. No, charming my sister, no, nothing. Gone.”

He grabs my arm and snaps me forward until our noses brush, dropping a kiss on my mouth and batting those ridiculously long eyelashes. “Yes, Professor,” he purrs, but there’s defiance glinting in his golden eyes. Like he knows I’ll never really send him away.

I shut my bedroom door behind me, then stay and listen for any sounds until I drive myself crazy.

Annoyed, I put my buds in my ears and played Try Again by The Name.

The beat helps to erase all unwanted thoughts.

I sit there and wait. Play the song again and wait for the storm to calm the fuck down, for him to get out of my space.

When I finally head downstairs and walk into the kitchen, Melo stands by the window, a look of faint surprise on her face. “Louis is gone. He caught a ride.”

I nod, trying to sound casual. “Yeah. He had to leave.”

“He told me he was a friend from Paris.” She chuckles in her palm, making me groan. “He’s not, is he? I just found him on IG. He is gorgeous. Man…look at that. #Frenchboys?—”

“Oh yes, I know all about that. Come on, sis, let’s grab a drink. I need a few.”