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twenty-one

It’s difficult, but I manage to pull away from her kiss when we arrive at my apartment building.

A red flush floats from her cheeks down to her generous cleavage, and all I can think about is sticking my dick between her tits.

My jaw clenches, trying to restrain myself.

It’s supposed to be a date where I show her a good time. Instead, I set her up to do crime.

Honestly, it’s my kind of romantic outing, and I think it’s hers, too. Or it will be.

She didn’t seem to mind that I just murdered two people, so that’s a positive sign.

Olivia will be safe now. She has to be. I’ve paid the price in full. Completed the board’s assignment. Earned Pen with the senator’s wife’s blood. Secured Max’s approval with his signature on the appointment.

Maybe I’ve guaranteed Olivia gets appointed to Hunter now, yeah. But Aiden and I can handle him. He’s a controllable asset. Easier to deal with than a fucking senator.

As I help her from the car, she accepts my hand willingly, boldly even.

Her eyes scan the outside of the converted warehouse, then across the street toward the old Sanguine Manor.

“That place always gives me the creeps,” she says with a shiver, and I latch my arm around her, leading her to the entry of my building.

“Yeah. But if the city tore it down, where would we hold Thriller Thursday?” I’m being sarcastic, but it’s true. Ownership of the crumbling mansion has remained in limbo, so no one has fixed it up or torn it down.

Rumors of nefarious events that have taken place there have circled for years, but I’ve ignored them. Not until I see something with my own eyes. Beta uses it for the Greek games and, despite it being an eyesore on campus, it does make a fantastic place for a haunted house chase.

Pressing the code on the number pad to get in through the main entrance, I slide the large blue metal door open for her and wave toward the floating staircase leading to the second story.

Her heels catch in some of the holes of a grate, so I hurry to snatch her around the waist and hoist her up into my arms as she lets out a laughing whoop .

I set her feet on the concrete floor in front of my place and unlock the door, while she bounces on her toes, acting eager to get inside.

In the five months since I moved in, I’ve only allowed a handful of people in my space.

Once, when Elina and I were hooking up, I had a lapse in judgment and let her spend the night.

Things got awkward when I broke it off again, and I realize she must’ve kept a key.

Maybe twice I had a one-night stand stay over from the local bar, but that’s not really my thing.

Landon and my brothers pop by to annoy me.

But that’s it. I’ve protected my sanctuary as much as I could.

Seeing Pippi Freidenberg inside my apartment changes my world completely. Like, the walls aren’t even the same. Furniture transforms into something brand new, and I’m so fucking on edge to know what she thinks of it all. My breathing grows shallow, studying her expressions.

With a tug, I loosen my bowtie and stand back while she wanders to the middle of the area between the bed and sofa, her long gown trailing like a purple cloud behind her.

She leans over to get a peek out of the big windows taking up the back wall, but her face is unreadable.

I toss my tuxedo jacket over the leather chair next to the couch and grip the back of it, waiting.

Her eyes scan the kitchen before she steps gingerly toward the copper-colored fridge. A smirk jerks at the corner of her lips when she rips open the appliance dramatically, scrutinizing every item inside. “Lots of beer. No cheese.” It’s mumbled, as if she’s taking inventory.

“If you want me to cook, I can.” Clearing my throat, I point to the counter. “Just not very well.”

Looking at me dead in the eye, she closes the door and continues her tour with her dress swishing along the tiles. “So, what were you going to serve me?”

“I’ve got you covered.”

“This is supposedly a date, right? Or is it over now that you’ve eradicated the enemies? I can’t just eat champagne, Cardell.”

Her little chin raises in defiance, and I can’t help but smile. Leaning forward, I snag it with two fingers and place my lips against hers. “I’ll feed you. You want it right now?”

A hesitating breath puffs from her lungs as she steps back and peeks at me with a coy grin, her face a rosy tone as heat stirs between our bodies. “Yes. I’m hungry.”

Fortunately, the knock on the door arrives at the perfect time. “Then, I’ll get you food.”

“ Get me food, or have it delivered?”

When I grab the bags from the guy at the door, I slam it shut with the heel of my foot, then set everything on my bar height dining table, laying it out in a nice array. With a flourish, I wave to the spread.

“Honey, I hunted you some steak. Here you go!”

One of her dark eyebrows raises with suspicion. “Lobster, steak, potatoes, desserts… You went all out! But we’re not out .”

“Yeah, I figured we could say we had to get you into bed early, being only sixteen and all.”

“Are we going to role play like I’m still your sister, because I don’t think I can do that,” she says flatly, though the glint in her eye gives away the joke.

“Agreed. No sister fucking. For now…” I unbutton the top half of my shirt, letting it splay open as she slides onto a stool and politely digs into her salad. “What else is off the table?”

“What do you mean?”

Her innocence makes me heated around the neck. I spear a bite of steak and ask again. “What else do you not like? Rules, boundaries?” Reaching across the table, I move a lock of hair out of her way. “Because I have a real hard time obeying, but for you, I’ll be a good boy.” For now.

A full set of tits jiggle in her dress as she takes a deep breath. “Um, I-I don’t think I’m ready. That’s probably not what you want to hear, but the month is over, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Who gives a fuck about the month? I told you what’s up… You’re mine. From now until forever.” We eat in silence for a few moments before I wonder. “So you’re not ready for me to rip through that virgin pussy yet? Okay. Fine.”

I lean over to grab her by the waist and hoist her onto my lap, balancing her tiny body on a thigh and reveling in the way she squirms but doesn’t pull away.

As I dip my fork into her dinner and feed her a bite, her pretty cheeks turn salmon.

Pressing my lips to her shoulder, I ask, “But I’m going to take it soon.

Claim it, coat it with my cum, and hope you get filled with my child.

” My cock surges in my trousers against her ass, just thinking about it.

“I’m not sure about, uh, anal stuff,” she says hesitantly.

“Yeah, I’m going to fuck that, too. Sometime.”

“And I don’t want to be tied up completely.”

“Okay, only your wrists and ankles. Got it.”

She flips around and slaps my bare chest. “Ryan! You said you wanted to know my boundaries, and I’m giving them to you. If you can’t respect them, why even ask?”

“So I know how much I’m going to break you…” Kissing up the column of her neck, I reach her ear and whisper, “And how much you’re going to love it when I do.”

She’s letting me in—bit by bit, like she wants me to earn it. I’m not sure she even knows she’s doing it.

The skin along her exposed back erupts with goosebumps as I continue to press my lips against every bare inch of her. My fingers work her zipper down slowly in the back, then tug her dress off to unleash her bosom in the front. “Let me fuck those tits.”

A heavy exhale works its way out of her mouth as I set her between my legs, helping her out of her gown.

Blush nipples peak in the air, and when I stand up behind her, my dick throbs on her back at the sight.

My fingers edge up to them, tugging on each and twisting it lightly, then harder until she cries out.

Now feeling the urge to eat my dessert, I gather her into my arms and swing her naked body toward the bed.

When I throw her onto it, she bounces on the mattress, my laptop next to my pillow, jumping to attention as she does.

Before she can stop me, I grip her under the knees and tug her to the end, where I kneel between her legs.

She slaps her palms over her pussy, but I nudge them away with my chin while spreading her wide for me. “Move these. Let me eat this cunt.”

With a hesitant hum, she leans on her elbows and removes her hands slowly as I gaze into those whiskey eyes, stick out the tip of my tongue, and taste her.

“ Fuck… ” She breathes out the word like a prayer.

“I’m going to worship you before I baptize your face in my cum.”

Chocolate eyebrows stitch together as she gives me a dirty look, but I just smirk and take another lick up her slit as she sighs again.

I suck on her clit, pulsing my wet tongue around and around, and her head drops back to the bed.

Her soaked cunt writhes against my mouth, legs crooking over my back.

When I dance a finger around her entrance, then push in farther, her thighs clamp down on my ears until I can’t hear anything, but can still feel the vibrations of her seductive moans.

My dick throbs in my pants, and I slowly release myself from the confines of the tented fabric. A firm stroke helps relieve the pressure building there as she humps my face with reckless abandon. Pen’s flavor is musky, tart, and sweet all at once, her own unique essence of being mine .

It’s not long before she rises off the bed and clings to the back of my head, her nails digging into my neck while riding me like her own personal toy.

I fucking love it. My teeth grip her clit and pull it in my mouth, then I flick on the sensitive tissue until she comes undone with a scream, shaking and convulsing around my thick finger and lips.

Unable to take another moment of being apart from her body, I stand and rip off my trousers and boxer briefs, then my shirt, and straddle her chest, a thigh on either side of her plump breasts.

I spit in my palm, then rub it into my cock before slotting myself between her cleavage. “Hold your tits for me, pink cheeks.”

She pushes them together, and the sensation is like a warm embrace around my pulsing length that’s throbbing with need.

My fingers lazily brush back some of the hair from her forehead as I swivel my hips through her curves toward her parted lips.

“Open that mouth for me. Look down… See if you can taste me.”

It’s obvious she’s never seen something like this, but I love teaching her, watching her eyes get big as she does what she’s told.

With urgency, I settle into a rhythm and fuck her tits.

Each shove up is greeted with the tip of her wet tongue dabbling around the head of my cock.

“Fuck, baby. That feels so good. Keep doing that.”

She opens wider, and I plunge over the edge, wanting to cover her tits, her nipples, her lips, her face with every bit of me. When the tingle in my lower back surges, I curse, then lean over, a choked cough sputtering from my lungs as cum spews from the tip.

As I do, I knock into my open laptop, stirring it awake. Pippi turns her head just as I coat her chin, gasping at the footage on the screen. Her pupils constrict. Her mouth tightens. And just like that, her expression of bliss cools to something guarded. The wall is back up between us.

“Wait, wait,” I say through a groan, at the look of curiosity and horror transforming her face. I’m still erupting. Still spurting my release onto her skin, painting myself all over her, but she sits up and shoves me away.

“What the fuck is this, Ryan?”

“Just… I can explain,” I rush out, standing at the edge of the mattress, my brain humming from the orgasm still wracking through my body.

She scrambles up from the bed, then bends to grab a T-shirt from my floor and swipes at her doused skin. “Why is my room on there? From two fucking angles ? Wha-what is that? Is that my location ?”

Her finger shakes as she points at it.

Hurrying in front of her, I slam the lid closed, then snag her shoulders in both my palms. “I needed to watch you to make sure?—”

“Oh my god.” She hustles over to her dress and slips it on as I pull up my pants and reach for her again, but she dodges with a flinch, then whirls to face me, taking a fighting stance.

“I thought I was free with you. I’m an idiot.

A fool…” she says, voice crackling with fury. Her eyes burn—wet and livid.

When I snatch at her arm to bring her closer, worried she’ll try to get away before I can explain, she grabs one of my fingers and tugs so hard I think she’ll break it. We square off, breathing hard, and I lower my head. “I just needed… I just wanted to know everything…”

Her long hair falls behind her shoulders as she shakes her head. “No. You wanted to control me like everyone else. Don’t follow me, Ryan.”

Without another word, she spins on a heel and darts through my front door.