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She squeals against my hand as I chuckle at her big, scared eyes. “All I wanted was a kiss. That’s it.” Loosening my grip on her mouth, I lift my eyebrows with a question. “You gonna be a good girl and stay quiet, or no?”

She considers her answer for a long time, then nods at me. I release her, and she sits up. “How did you get in here?”

“Your balcony isn’t very secure.” I actually used my lock pick kit on the interior door, but there’s no way I’m telling her that.

“My father would murder you if he knew you were in here.”

“Would you stop him?” I ask, genuinely curious if she would or if she’d help him.

But she can’t reply. I’ll take it for now.

Sliding my hand under my pillow, I pull out the red object I’d found in her drawer. “So, kiss or…”

She claws at the clit sucker, her beautiful cheeks flaming that pretty pink I love so much. The color is a sign of her passion, her determination. It’s a symbol of her innocence I desperately crave.

Blood flowing heavily through her represents everything I desire, and when I’m with her, seeing the evidence pumping through her arteries is how I know I can survive.

When I’m with her, I want to live.

“Give me that!”

“I will. I will. So eager,” I say, switching the setting to low. It hums in my hand as I lean over her torso, then slip it underneath the covers and between her thighs. “Slide those panties off for me.”

“No.”

A smile comes over my face, and I lunge on top of her, pressing my lips to her neck and restraining both of her wrists in a tight grip. With the hand holding the toy, I dive beneath the fabric covering her pussy and press it near her clit. “Open your legs.”

She whimpers a moan. “N-n-no.” Her body writhes against it as I increase the speed with a click.

“Either a kiss, or I’m getting you off like this, Pen. Your decision.”

Her whiskey eyes search mine. “Pen?”

“Want me to use your full name, little girl? Penelope?”

As she bites her bottom lip, I long to suck it back out.

“Why don’t you have this toy in your room at NU?”

With a heaving breath, she squeezes her eyes closed and huffs, “I forgot it. Adalantea …”

Every sigh puffs my dick up with blood until it pulses, and I join my hard, naked body with the soft curves of her figure, using my knees to pry her dimpled ones apart. With a scan of her floor, I spy what I need and let her go for long enough to reach over and snatch a tube sock.

She fights me, grabbing my neck and attempting to dig her thumbs into my eye sockets, but I rip her hands off and bind them to her headboard with a tight knot. “You should have just obeyed.”

“I’ve still got my legs. Can call for help.”

Grinning, I brush the hair off her face and make her more comfortable, with some pillows higher under her neck. Swiftly, I grab underneath her knees and tug her toward my firm cock, pressing the toy to her clit once again. It’s easier now that she’s spread for me, her wetness coating my shaft.

“I’m very aware that you can, pink cheeks. You could stop this, but you don’t. And you know why you don’t?”

Her jaw clicks, but she keeps her plump lips seared together. So I slot my dick at the edge of her entrance, but don’t shove in. Only lean forward until our noses almost touch. “Because you want this just as much as me, and you love it when I force you.”

Hot cheeks greet my fingers as I grip them, then press my mouth to hers as she struggles to squirm away. But in doing so, she relents and kisses me back.

Our tongues battle, her taste flooding my senses as we seal together. Electricity sparks from her body into mine, and I slip my dick an inch more inside her while the toy buzzes between us. When I hit her hymen, she freezes and pulls her head back. “Please no. Please, Ryan.”

The way she says it melts my fucking heart. I want to give her everything. “No, what?”

“I-I…”

My girl is confused. She wants me to rip into her, but she also doesn’t.

That sweet and seductive scent of her vanilla skin consumes me until I lay on her and hump, the shaft of my dick slotting through her wetness as I whisper, “I can’t wait to be inside you.

I’m taking it. Conquering it. I’m not just going to be your first, pink cheeks. I’m going to be your only .”

She snarls. “You can’t say shit like that.”

Leaning up on my elbows, I continue to rub myself against her slowly. “Why not?”

“You have a girlfriend. You’re appointed !”

I give her a shrug. “Appointed schmointed .”

With an exasperated gasp, she continues to argue. “You could have something.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, I could have something.”

“You don’t.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve seen your medical records. You’re clean just as much as me.”

Her mouth tightens at the corners as her face flames brighter. A ragged whisper parts her lips. “You could get me pregnant.”

“ God , I fucking hope so.” The thought makes my dick leak with wanton need to plunge in, and I let the tip graze inside her entrance again.

“Ryan! I can’t have a baby right now!”

“Are you trying to make me come all over you again? ’Cause if so, keep saying shit like that.”

“I’m serious. I-I’m not… I’m not on birth control. I started it late for the games, and it’s not effective yet, and I…”

A chuckle escapes my chest, and I tap a finger to her nose. “I know. Got your cycle tracker on my phone. You’re not ovulating.” I realize that, last week, I did scoop some cum inside her while she was. And part of me hopes she’s already carrying my child.

When her eyes widen with shock, I slide down her body until my lips hover over her hardened nipple.

I raise her shirt slowly, slipping my palms up her bare stomach as she shivers.

Breathing on one pink pebble, I let my tongue graze it, maintaining eye contact.

“But we can pretend... I’ll knock you up right now and be your daddy. Get these tits full of milk for me.”

As she groans a protest, I latch on and suck it inside my mouth. Her belly bows toward the ceiling as she writhes on my chest, slathering her soaked pussy all over me. Reaching between us, I click the speed on her toy up to maximum and hump her bed.

She twists against her binds as the pleasure in her body heightens.

Watching her figure squirm and dance the way it does makes my cock throb.

Unable to stand it any longer, I sit on my calves and clutch her knees, spreading them wide.

Then, I resume holding her toy on her clit.

With her panted breaths, her tits shake as I line myself up, coating my dick with everything she’s given me.

“I can’t fucking take it. I have to be inside you.”

This time, she looks like she won’t protest. But there’s a hint of hesitation behind the amber sparkling in her eyes. I think both of us know our time is limited. Maybe I’ve been selfish about wanting her so desperately, treating her like she’s already mine when I can’t truly have her.

So even though she edges down on me, I use her toy instead to make her scream, the tip of my cock barely in her.

I watch as her body tenses on the bed with her orgasm, memorizing every flush of skin and goosebump.

Then I follow and explode all over her pussy again without breaking the wall between us.

Not until I can figure out a way to make this work. Is it even possible?

I release her wrists and grab a washcloth from her bathroom, wetting it, then return to clean her up. She must notice the change in my demeanor and rips the damp towel from me.

“What?” she asks, tugging her shirt back down.

I hurriedly get dressed and run my hands through my hair. Standing next to her, I lean over and lift her chin with a finger, then press my lips to her questioning ones for a heated moment. It’s not even a full kiss. Not like earlier. Because I can’t keep doing this.

“Goodnight.”

As I hurry to her door, she picks up a book nearby and throws it at me. It misses, but I hear her yell, “Don’t come back!”

And so, I leave her. For now…

The following day, I give my father a gift by visiting his home.

My parents’ modern cabin on the lake used to feel like a place of shelter.

The hovel I’d hide in when life seemed too hard.

But over the years, I began to associate it with all the responsibilities I’d eventually have to face until it became an obligation itself.

When I walk in, the house is oddly quiet. Olivia is the only one in there, waiting on the coffee machine to produce her morning brew.

“Decided to visit for the weekend?” she asks as I drop my helmet on the sofa.

“Yeah. You, too, huh?”

She nods and pours a steamy mug.

“How’s Omega ? And life?”

Giving me a small smile above the rim of her cup, she says, “ Omega is good. And Hunter is good, too. Heard Theta won the Massacre Monday fraternity top spot. Were you a participant this year?”

“Nah. They made me a judge. You know, I saw Hunter the other night with Amelia Joseph. They seemed to be getting along really well.”

Olivia tilts her head like she’s over hearing what I have to say about him. With a shrug, she turns to the counter to wipe up some spilled creamer. “I will surrender all my veneration to my Viscount.” She repeats the oath reserved for the Culling, and my gut churns at her words.

“Are you fucking appointed to him?”

She sighs. “No, Ryan. I haven’t been appointed officially yet. Well, not that Dad has told me. Though I think he got news this week. For some reason, he and Hunter are keeping it a secret.”

Fuck. If she has to be married to that douche, I’m not sure what I’ll do. My thoughts immediately go to Aiden and how he and I can end his life before that happens.

“Where is everyone?” I ask.

“Mom’s at the gallery. Alice is out with her cheerleading friends. Dad’s on the lake, pissed off that Mom abandoned him for a few hours.” She peeks out of the sink window to the backyard. “Wait. He hasn’t left yet.”