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Bennett groans, the sound vibrating down my spine, “I do.” He mouths along my jaw, his left hand coming to the other side of my face, tilting my head over my shoulder, his cock jumping against me. “You okay with that, Lollipop?” he asks seriously, and my legs tremble, he knows, regardless of what happened to me, that I love it when he pretends to force me.
I nod my head, his mouth slanting over my own, those dark brown eyes coming to mine, our breath mingling, and then he says it out loud, the reassurance, “It doesn’t make you wrong, beautiful. You can like what you like,” he breathes, the words dancing across my own tongue as he breathes them into my mouth. “I like it too, we all like giving you what you need.”
Our lips connect in an innocent kiss and I reach back for him, my hands finding his sides as he arches my neck. Twisting my chin further over my shoulder, the hard ripple of muscle rolling beneath his skin at the contact with my fingers.
“Okay,” I whisper, blinking hard as his mouth continues to tease mine, his lips brushing my own, but he goes no further.
He smiles then, a wide toothy grin that sets my heart aflame and my insides coiling tight like a striking viper.
“Run, little Lollipop, run like your life depends on it, and don’t make it easy for us to catch you,” he places an open mouthed kiss against my cheek as he releases his hold on my face, lapping his tongue along the length of my jaw.
And then he releases me and I bolt as he shouts ten, too quickly followed by nine.
I jump branches, and race through bushes in the opposite direction to where Raiden and Flynn were. Hearing noises all around me, my heart pounds harder and harder, sweat dripping down my back, my chest, rolling down the valley between my breasts.
I breathe in, my feet pounding the hard, dry earth, the leaves rustle around me in the light evening breeze and a scream rips from my throat as fingers twine through the ends of my hair.
But it isn’t over until they really catch me, and I don’t stop, strands of my hair snapping free of my scalp. I don’t stop and I hear a grunt at my back that sounds like Rex. He’s the slowest, he smokes too much, even though he says he’s trying to quit like I’ve quit pills, but he still smells of smoke and marijuana and I think I just like it.
I see a figure fly across the path ahead of me, and I don’t doubt it’s Lynx when I hear his laughter, the collision of bodies as he runs straight into Rex at my back, the latter grunting, immediately following the sound up with a groan as their big bodies collide with the hard packed earth.
I laugh then, wanting to turn around and find them, fall into their centre, but I keep going. Arms pushing me forward, I fly through the woods, around trees, ducking beneath low hanging branches that scratch and snarl my skin. I’m breathing hard, myheart thudding in my throat, there’s rushing in my ears and I can’t pick out any sounds above my heaving breaths.
That’s why I don’t hear him.
“Hello, Angel,” Flynn rasps against the shell of my ear, his big hand wrapping around the front of my throat, long, thick fingers squeezing tight.
Sandalwood and vanilla flood my nose and I want to melt into him, those big blue sapphires glued on mine, that small little freckle high on his right cheekbone. His pale pink lips curve, like he knows what I’m thinking and he loosens his hold, tucking a strand of gold-streaked dark hair behind my pierced ear, his finger tracing the shape of it, pinching and tugging on my lobe.
His bare chest glistens, sweat rolling down his shoulders, over his chest, down the valley of his abs. I trace the little droplets with my eyes, his own still on my face and that’s when I stomp on the instep of his foot, spit on his cheek and twist out of his hold.
I don’t look back as he laughs raucously. The cackle of a villain in the night.
My villain.
I run, and he isn’t chasing me, but I feel when Raiden drops into step beside me, six-feet separating us. He doesn’t try to close it, his grey eyes on the path ahead, a clearing coming up, he watches me as I run, a smirk on his face, he has fucking insane stamina. He’s hardly even out of breath and my lungs are working overtime just to try and keep me alive.
“Keep going, Princess, I know he wants to catch you,” he whispers loud enough for me to hear.
A brow lifting on his head as his muscles pop beneath his light brown skin, making sure they make themselves known. He falls back, and I twist my head over my shoulder, watch as he tackles his older brother to the floor.
I’m laughing as I turn back to face the path ahead, the trees opening up. I come to a slow in the large circular clearing, hands folding behind my head, trying to catch my breath. I stand in the centre, breathing hard, eyes scanning over the surrounding trees.
I feel him before I see or hear him, and I drop my arms, running straight ahead. I make it into the trees, the fresh scent of pines and oaks filling my lungs as the warm breeze blows through the leaves.
“Gotcha,” Bennett whispers in my ear and I scream. His hard body connects with mine, and I keep screaming, squirming beneath him, until my ears ring. “That’s it, Lollipop, fight me, it only gets my dick harder.”
He chuckles in my ear, his hands on my waist, he flips me over beneath him, the back of my head connecting with the hard earth, he drops his weight onto me. Grinning at me as I let out another blood curdling scream. He slaps a hand to my mouth. Adjusting his hips against mine, shutting me up. A groan escapes my throat, the vibration a tremor up his forearm, and he stops grinning, licking his lips.
Staring down at me, the hard length of his cock against my lower belly, he drops his nose to the back of his hand, my hands clawing over his arms. I watch as deep red lines raise across his hot flesh. Gouging at his skin, I curl my nails in, making him groan, grind himself against me.
“You want me inside of you?” I shake my head frantically, still playing our game and he laughs, licking the sweat from my forehead with the flat of his tongue. “You taste like a liar, Lollipop,” he chuckles, shoving his other hand down between us, yanking my shorts and underwear down my legs. “You going to keep denying me?” he asks.
His weight pressing against my face where he still smothers my mouth and nose. My breath a wet vapor inside the cup of hispalm. I groan as his forearm brushes over my pussy, my thighs shut tight together. He shoves down his own shorts, no boxers beneath. He lifts up, kicking them free, and then he’s tearing my thighs apart with his free hand, settling between them.
I kick him, draw my knees back, up to my chest, plant the soles of my trainer covered feet on the front of his thighs and push with all my strength. Throwing my head from side to side as he tightens his hold on my face, cutting off my breath as he tightens his fingers together.
All I can smell is tobacco and bergamot, and I want to fucking lick it from his skin, but I keep kicking, planting a foot on his chest, my knee at my chin, almost resting against the back of his hand, I shove at him with all of my might and then he’s rolling us over. His back to the dirt, my back to his chest, and Flynn is towering over me, Bennett’s legs pinning my own open from beneath me. My hands curled over his scratched forearm.
