Page 50 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

Issac

R avi tipped his head down at Georgia. “What did you do to her?”

“It was just a little edge play.”

“Edge play?” He arched a brow at me. “Are you sure it wasn’t a full-on fight?”

“I think you’re overexaggerating.”

Georgia definitely looked weathered—she was sweaty, her hair was dishevelled and all over the place, and she was passed the fuck out—but I wouldn’t go so far as to say she looked battle-ridden.

“Am I?” Ravi’s eyes landed on the bright red scratches I could feel throbbing on my neck.

“What?” I shrugged. “She’s stubborn.”

“Uh-huh?” He looked at the tear in my shirt and over to the finger-sized bruises on her breasts.

I may have gotten a little handsy with her, but she wouldn’t stop squirming.

“Is that your hair wrapped around her fingers?”

That explained why my scalp was tingling. “Okay, Georgia was really stubborn.”

Not that I was complaining. I liked it when my prey fought back.

“Did you do it?”

I sneered at Ravi, “Of course, I did.”

Who the fuck did he think he was talking to? She may have held out for two hours before she finally bent and asked me to make her come, but I got the job done.

“Okay,” Ravi nodded. “Step one complete. Your father will be happy.”

“Fuck my father.” I wasn’t doing this for him.

“And yet, you’re still doing what he wants.” Ravi slid his eyes back over to me. “What changed your mind? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you decided to step up. I don’t want to end up like Matteo, but I thought you’d fight this shit for as long as possible.”

That was my plan. While I also had no desire to follow in Matteo’s footsteps, I could still stick it to my father by dragging this out for as long as I possibly could. “Let’s just say I was given extra incentive.”

“Must’ve been some good incentive.”

Oh, it was. That didn’t mean I was happy about it.

“Look on the bright side.” Ravi slapped his hand on my back. “She has a fantastic body on her.”

That she did: Georgia was tempting and soft, with curves in all the right places. But my favorite part was how small she was.

I reached down and flattened my palm on her lower abdomen. The span of my hand looked gigantic on her tiny form. My thumb nearly grazed her ribs while my fingers stretched towards her hipbone.

It wouldn’t take much to control her, even when she fought. The largest part of her was smaller than the smallest part of me. It was fucking hot, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

“Fuck me,” Ravi grumbled out a groan. “There isn’t much to her, is there?”

“No, there’s not.” When I finally suck my cock inside her, it would look like she was being impaled.

“She looks so sweet, too bad she’s asleep.”

My eyes drifted down to the sweet spot between her thighs, still glistening with the remnants of her orgasm. That delicate pink flesh was more tempting than any meal. The sweet flavor of her ecstasy was still in my mouth, making my cock throb for release.

“So what if she is?” My father’s added rule stipulated that I couldn’t touch my dick. But she could. He didn’t say anything about her being awake.

Ravi looked at me. “Are you saying…”

“Why not?” I looked at him.

Slater and Levi got bored ninety minutes ago and left. It was just us and Georgia, who was splayed out naked on the bed, begging for us to use her.

“We can’t fuck her.”

Did he think I was new? “I didn’t say anything about fucking her.”

I had to break her before we could do that. But there were plenty of other things we could do.

Sliding my hand over her stomach, I pressed down on Georgia’s clit and damn near groaned at the way her body shuddered while she sucked in a gasp.

“Fuck, she’s responsive.”

He had no idea.

“I can’t.” Ravi shook his head. “You know the rules. Once you’ve started the claiming, I can’t touch her until you’ve bound her.”

He was right. I had bent Georgia, so technically, Ravi had to wait until I broke her, bred her, and bound her before he could have his turn. It had something to do with creating the bond between groom and bride.

Personally, I thought it was The Society’s attempt at making the groom fall for his bride, because if they didn’t, then the second’s job would be null and void.

After all, one couldn’t be scared about losing something one didn’t care about. But the joke was on them. I liked watching my women get used by other men.

“Fuck the rules.” I pulled Georgia’s left leg up on the bed so Ravi could get a nice view of her pussy. “Consider it sampling the goods.”

There was nothing wrong with that. The claiming wouldn’t be ruined if Ravi had a taste. Besides, what was The Society going to do?

Ravi was still unsure. “I don’t know.”

I could’ve let it go and stopped pushing, but this was about more than blindly following the Society’s doctrine. It was about the battle of wills between Ravi and me. If I could get Ravi to break a rule, then he might turn a blind eye when I did it.

“I’ve already licked her cunt, so there’s nothing wrong with you doing the same.”

The baseline rule was that Ravi couldn’t have any of her holes until I did. Eating her out didn’t exactly constitute the same as taking her pussy, ass, or mouth, especially considering the claiming wasn’t complete. But it was a loophole. A shaky loophole, but still a loophole.

“That’s true, but still…”

Despite his objections, Ravi’s stare locked on Georgia’s pussy. He was right there. All he needed was a little push.

“Fine,” I shrugged. “Go back to the room and jerk off then. I’ll stay here and enjoy that sweet cunt.”

Ravi’s eyes snapped over to mine. “Sweet?”

I had him.

“Sweeter than the sweetest peach.”

“Alright, let’s do this.”

There was the Ravi I knew and loved.

“But…” He held his finger up. “I’m only going to eat her out.”

“Fine.”

If that was the lie he wanted to tell himself, who was I to argue?

I gave it two minutes before he had his dick in his hand.

Maybe I’d luck out, he’d take things too far and fuck her before the claiming was done.

Thereby ruining Georgia’s qualifications to be a bride.

Ravi was many things. Controlled when it came to his sexual appetite was not one of them.

The anticipation I felt when Ravi sank to his knees and spread Georgia’s legs had my breath caught in my lungs. Was this it? Had I found a way out of this?

The answer to that question was no.

Before Ravi could bury his face in her pussy, my father’s voice rang out through the speakers hidden in the house.

“You’re not as smart as you think, son.”

Goddamnit. I was so close.

I shrugged, “I didn’t break any rules.”

Did I just throw Ravi under the bus? Yes, yes, I did. And based on the look he gave me, he did not appreciate it.

“Don’t play innocent with me, Issac,” my father tsked. “You know what you did, and now you’ll suffer the consequences.”

My ears perked at the soft hiss of gas pumping into the room. Whatever they used was effective. I barely had time to grab the bedframe before I sucked the chemical up my nostrils, making my knees wobble.

“This is your fault,” Ravi mumbled as he hit the ground.

“Go fuck yourself,” I blinked against the blackness seeping into my vision and toppled down next to him as four men dressed in black charged into the room.