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“You have a nice house, baby girl.” So nice that I feel outta place. Like I might dirty it up just by standing in here.
Rhys turns back to me again, smiling and gestures her head to keep following her, so I do, my eyes dancing over the white stone bench tops in the kitchen. It’s not as big as Simon’s kitchen, but it’s fucking nice. My mum would love this kitchen. She’d spend hours in it baking for my sisters and me. I hope I can buy her a house like this one day.
Rhys turns right, down another passage, and I hurry to keep up, following behind as we pass more doors before we find ourselves in another living area. It’s messier than the rest of the house. Toys and cushions on the floor, with childish artwork, stuck haphazardly on the walls.
“This is the kid's zone. We have our own living area, but as you can see, the twins have taken over.” Rhys gestures to the walls and kicks a toy dinosaur out of the way as she crosses the oversized room to go down another passage. This one is short with three doors coming off it. “My sister’s room is that one. The middle door is the bathroom.” Rhys gestures to the doors before turning to face me as she leans back against the last door, which has a sugar skull sticker on it. “And this is my bedroom.”
Mischief fills her brown eyes as she reaches behind her and opens the door, stepping backwards into the room. I grin and follow, my heart rate picking up in anticipation. I’ve had blue balls for weeks hanging around Rhys, jacking off whenever I can to ease the pressure. It’s been hell. Agony. I needed to hold back, though. I wanted to show her that there’s more to relationships than sex. I think my sacrifice has worked, and now, I’m going to reward myself by giving in to the primal need I have to claim this girl once and for all.
Closing the door behind me, I notice it has a lock, so I flick it before turning back to see Rhys peeling her blazer off, her eyes still trained on me.
“We really gonna do this?” She asks, her dark eyes travelling down my body as I dump my school bag next to hers and work my blazer off, too.
“You tell me, beautiful. Do you wanna do this?”
She nods instantly and with over-exaggeration. “Fuck yes. I’ve dreamed of this moment, Gar. I’m desperate for it.”
“Are you healed? I don’t want to hurt you. Not like that anyway.”
Her brows shoot up as she unbuttons her shirt. “You don’t want to hurt melike that? But youdowant to hurt me?”
There’s no fear in her tone. Only curiosity, which is something that draws me to her. If anyone can handle me, it’s Rhys George, so I shrug and unbutton my shirt, too.
“Pleasure and pain can go together. I guarantee you’ll feel more pleasure than pain.”
Rhys stills, her hands falling from her last button, her shirt hanging open to reveal a hot pink bra underneath.
Fuck, have I revealed too much too soon? I was sure she’d be able to handle me.
I’m about to backtrack when a grin slowly quirks her lips. “What sort of pain are we talking about? Are you into spanking? Maybe a little whipping? Hot Wax, perhaps?”
There she is.
“While all of those things sound like fun, sometimes I like things a little more… painful.” I bite my lower lip as I step toward her, noting that she doesn’t back away. She’s not scared of me or my intentions. If anything, I can see how excited she is by the way her brown eyes darken, widening with a flare of anticipation.
Reaching down, I take her hand and lift it in between us, my eyes darting to the bloody indentation of a bite mark on the back of her hand. “This, for example, really turns me on.”
I glance up in time to see her eyes dart from her hand and back up to my face. “My bite mark?”
“Yeah.” I shrug, brushing my thumb over the raised welts. She did it to herself when I made her come at Macca’s earlier. Her way of keeping quiet, I guess. “Especially this part.” Using my free hand, I point to the tooth mark that clotted a little where she drew blood. I watch as her brows draw together, her eyes zeroing in on the graze. “Does it hurt?”
“Uh. Not really.” She’s a little breathless. Maybe I’ve taken it too far. Is she scared? Wondering what the fuck sort of monster I am, perhaps? There’s only one way to find out.
“Can I taste you?” Her lips part as I raise her hand higher, bending down a little to hover my lips over the back of her hand.
“You wanna taste my blood?” Her voice is a whisper as her eyes dart from my lips to the back of her hand.
“Yes, baby girl. I wanna taste your blood.”
She’s silent, her hand trembling slightly as I lean in closer. I could be freaking her out right now, but something tells me that if I slide my hand between her legs, she’ll be soaking.
“Yes.” She finally whimpers, and I close the distance, darting my tongue out to lick over the raw graze on the back of her hand. She moves towards me, drawn like a moth to a flame, unable to turn away from the danger.
The metallic taste of her blood dissolves on my tongue, not quite enough for what I truly desire, yet enough to show her I’m a little fucking freaky. That alone has my cock nearly bursting through my pants.
“Fuck Gar. I never knew I was into that.” Rhys’ tone is dazed as I lift my eyes back to hers and stand tall again.
“Do you like biting?” Lowering her hand, I reach forward and draw her shirt off her shoulders before pushing it down her arms. “Or being bitten?”
