“It was nothing, really. I just went to ask him about the Kings Society.”
I peek back up as Flynn puts the pieces together. “He’s how you knew to look into Claren. Fuck, Hazel.” He steps back and drags a hand through his hair, every muscle in his body taut. “Do you realize how dangerous that was?”
I wriggle my toes. “In my defense I didn’t know anything about the Kings Society at that point.”
Flynn turns back to me, the look in his eyes locking me in place. “But you knew you weren’t supposed to be there.” He prowls towards me.
I try to sidestep him on instinct but Flynn grabs my hips, pressing me back against the wall. “I gave you very clear instructions, Hazel.” He keeps his words low and slow, every one of them twisting in my stomach. “No. More. Investigating.”
I gulp, heat rushing through me. “So, what happens now?” I ask.
“Now…” Flynn flips me around and I bring my hands up, catching myself against the wall. My chest heaves, my breaths coming in fast.
Flynn’s words whisper against the shell of my ear as he gathers my wrists in his hands and pins them above my head. “Now, I’m no longer inclined to be quite. So. Nice.”
He punctuates his threat with a sharp tug on my panties.
I gasp as the lacy material snaps, the burn stinging my thighs.
Flynn runs his palm over my ass, the delicate touch a brief reprieve before he squeezes my ass, hard.
I go up on tiptoes but he doesn’t relent and tears prick at my eyes even as my pussy pulses. Finally, he lets go and my breath shakes out of me. I get one moment of reprieve before he spanks me, his palm stinging my ass three times in quick succession. Flynn groans as he soothes the bruising touch. “You look good with my marks on you.” He dips his head to the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, biting and sucking at the skin. “I wonder how many I can cover you with.”
I drop my forehead against the wall. “Flynn, please.”
He trails kisses up my neck and bites down on my earlobe. “Say that again when I’ve got my cock deep inside of you.”
That’s all the warning I get before Flynn drives into me. I cry out as he thrusts in deep, stealing my breath and sending pleasure and pain spiraling through me. A flood of arousal spills between my thighs, soaking Flynn’s cock as he pulls out to the tip only to push back in again, somehow even deeper this time.
I moan, my core clenching around his thick length as he splits me open.
“Fuck, Lilac.” Flynn’s fingers flex around my wrists, his other hand splayed across my stomach. I can feel him everywhere, inside and out, from my skin down to my bones. Every touchfireworks through me and I’m a trembling mess when he pulls out.
“No, no. Don’t stop,” I beg.
Flynn chuckles low as he flips me around, his hands pinning my hips to the wall. “Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?”
I twist my fingers in his shirt. “Fuck me, Flynn.”
“Hmm,” Flynn hums as he notches his cock at my entrance and pushes in achingly slow. “That’s not what you’re supposed to say now, is it?”
I moan, feeling every inch of him as he fills me.
Flynn lifts a hand, collaring my throat and tilting my head back. “Beg me, Lilac.”
I peer up at him from under my eyelashes, my pulse beating rapidly against his thumb. Any sense of reason is scattered into a million pieces, the desperate need pulsing inside of me all there is left. “Please, Flynn,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”
Flynn’s light blue eyes darken, a violent intensity shrouding the sharp angles of his face as he hooks my legs around his waist and drives into me. He keeps one hand on my throat as the other drops low, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
He rolls circles over the tight bundle of nerves and I gasp, breathing fast as he drags me nearer to the edge.
“I need—” I start but Flynn shakes his head.
“No.” He tightens his hold on my throat, cutting off my air.
I jolt, my eyes widening, but Flynn doesn’t let go. “Do you feel that?” he asks. “How fragile your life is? I don’t let go and you’re dead, Hazel.” His gaze darkens. “You will not put yourself in danger again, do you understand me?”
I nod as best I can, my lungs burning.
