Page 41 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

The door clicked closed, engulfing us in darkness, and Georgia’s need to fight ignited. She lashed out, throwing her limbs about wildly.

Her nails raked across my chest while Ravi let out an oof, and she snarled, “Don’t you dare touch me.”

Now, this was fun.

“Calm down, Peaches,” I snatched her arm when I felt her hand whiz past my face and yanked her into me. “If you keep fighting, you might turn me on.”

“Fuck you, Issac,” she spat upward at me so angrily that I could taste her hatred.

There was that fire I craved. My cock was hard as fuck now.

All I could think about was tearing Georgia’s clothes off and slamming into her so hard that the whole house would hear her scream over the music vibrating through the floor under our feet.

But even then, I would’ve controlled myself and stood back waiting for the time to run out.

Like I said, why let Ravi win that easily?

Then she slapped me.

Georgia’s small hand cracked off my shoulder, although I was pretty sure she was aiming for my face, sending a resounding crack through the closet. And control was no longer an option.

An eerie coolness chased away the frustration burning through my veins. There was no longer a Society doctrine, or bride I didn’t want to claim. There was just her and the slap of disrespect stinging on my shoulder.

I looked down at the shadowy silhouette of the girl I could feel glaring back at me. “That was your first mistake, Peaches.”

Her palm cracked off me again, this time hitting my cheek.

“And that was your last,” I said in a cold, calm tone. “Ravi…Grab her.”

Ever seen a feral cat fight when they became cornered?

It was an amazing thing to witness. A small, little animal with sharp claws and angry teeth, ready to give everything they had because they would rather die fighting than admit defeat.

When Ravi reached out to grab her, that was what Georgia reminded me of.

She lost it, swinging her hands and kicking her feet. But it did no good. Unlike the cat—who had a natural born killer instinct—Georgia was nothing but a little girl sandwiched between two much stronger men, and this closet didn’t give us any extra room. She had nowhere to go.

Once my eyes had adjusted enough to see more than her silhouette, I lifted her and slammed her back againstRavi’s front. His fist tangled in her hair almost immediately, yanking her head back.

I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel her breath on mine as I hissed, “You’re mine now, Peaches.”

Realizing that she couldn’t win this fight, Georgia tried another tactic. “If you touch me, I’ll scream.”

Aww, that was cute. Did she think anyone in that room would give a shit? If I wanted to rape her in front of them, they’d hold her down for me. Levi even offered to do it the other day.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Ravi purred while dragging his tongue up the side of her face.

I was twisted and didn’t give a shit as long as I got what I wanted, but Ravi was a sick fuck.

“I’d be careful what you say to Ravi if I were you,” I hooked her right leg around my hip and stepped in, effectively trapping her in between us. “He prefers it when they scream.”

Georgia was really scared now. Her entire body was shaking, but her voice remained calm.

“This is just a game,” she whispered. “Seven minutes in heaven, remember?”

Was she trying to reason with us now? Had she learned nothing in the past week? We couldn’t be reasoned with.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “But they didn’t say whose heaven.”

Ravi’s hand went down the top of her shirt and pawed at one breast while I shoved mine up from the bottom to fondle at the other.

Those perfect handfuls of soft flesh were just as mouthwatering as the first time. I practically groaned at the feel of them.

“I like these nipples,” Ravi growled, after which Georgia let out a little yelp.

“So do I.” I pinched the small nub, making Georgia let out a wince. “They’re nice and sensitive.”

I’d been dreaming about these tits for days, but it was the way she whimpered, “Please stop,” that damn near threw me over the edge. If I could jerk off, my dick would already be in my hand.

“What’s wrong, Peaches? Don’t you like the attention?” She was the one who came here all dressed up like a gift waiting to get unwrapped.

Oh, and I wanted to unwrap her. I wanted to tear those clothes from her body and mark every inch of her skin. Almost as much as I wanted to punish her for daring to leave the house looking like that.

What did she think would happen? Was she trying to tempt me? To poke the bear, so to speak. Well, she succeeded, and now she would reap the consequences of her actions.

“You still want to know what I think of these jeans? Well, let me show you.” I popped open the button and pushed the fabric over her hips.

Georgia wriggled left and then bucked to the right, but it did her no good.

I had her pants pulled down on her thighs in seconds.

If her leg weren’t around my hip, I’d have taken them off altogether.

It didn’t give me much room to work with, but it gave me enough.

My hand cupped her pussy while Ravi grabbed her ass.

“Fuck me.” Not only did I hear his hand crack off her backside, but I felt it. “That is a fantastic ass.”

Georgia opened her mouth to scream.

Ravi pulled her head back, twisted her neck and slammed his lips down on hers, swallowing the sound while I shoved my hand down her panties.

Georgia Pyne was not the kind of girl I thought would groom herself, but she did. Her pussy was smooth, soft, and surprisingly wet.

A smirk curled the corner of my mouth. “Well, well, well, it seems Little Miss Don’t Touch Me likes to be touched.”

“Ah fuck,” Ravi pulled his mouth off of hers. “She also likes to bite.”

“I’ll bite your hand off if you don’t stop touching me,” she snarled while clacking her teeth.

Okay, that was hot, but not as hot as the whimper that shook her body when I pressed my finger on her clit.

“What were you saying?”

“Don’t do that,” Georgia answered me.

“Don’t do what?” I swiped my finger over her clit again. “That?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Oh, I think you do like it.” In fact, I knew she liked it. The fact that she didn’t was fucking sad, or exciting depending on how you looked at it. Either way, it was definitely something I could use against her.

When I pinched her clit, her body didn’t shake. It seized. Georgia’s back bowed, breath stopped, and limbs tightened as a rush of wetness soaked my hand.

What the fuck? Did that just happen?

Ravi was just as surprised as I was. “Did she just come?”

She didn’t just come, she squirted. “How fucking starved for affection are you?”

I didn’t know what was hotter. How sensitive she was or how pissed off she was. I didn’t have to see her face to feel the hate coming off her.

“Fuck you,” Georgia panted. “I did not come.”

She wanted to play the denial game, did she?

I pulled my hand off her pussy and wiped her arousal on her face.

“You feel that?” I leaned in to growl in her ear, “That’s your come on my fucking hand.” After which I slammed my mouth down on hers.

I barely felt her mouth move against mine before her teeth dug into my bottom lip. The sharp sting and coppery tint of my blood rolling over my tongue were better than any aphrodisiac out there. It also hurt like a bitch.

“Son of a bitch.” I tore my mouth away from her feral little teeth. “She fucking bit me.”

“Told you,” Ravi said as a knock came on the door.

“Times up.” was all the warning we got before the door opened and light flooded in, temporarily blinding me.

It took me a few seconds to blink away the white spots in my vision, and when I did, Georgia was already running out of the room.

All I could think was how that was the hottest seven minutes of my life. That was when I knew I was fucked, and her fate was sealed. My cock was aching to be inside her. It was time to make her mine.

Bend her.

Break her.

Bind her.

Breed her.

By this time tomorrow night, Georgia Pyne would bend—one way or another.

“Ravi,” I slid my tongue out, licking the blood off my lip. “Get the boys, we’re going hunting.”

Let the claiming begin.