Page 21 of Played By The Bishop

“What happened?” I open and close my mouth a few times, unable to formulate words. “Kiara?” The sound of my name has me snapping out of my stupor.

“Your tattoo.” His forehead creases.

“Yeah, what about them?”

“Don’t fucking play coy. You know whichoneI’m talking about.” He shrugs his shoulders like I’m making a big deal out of nothing. He dumps his plate, then returns to grab mine, all the while I just sit here staring at him. He comes back and stands in front of me. I push up from my stomach and rest back on my haunches as I gaze up at him. “Bishop.”

“Kiara.”

“Don’t patronize me.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“I’m tired, can we fight about this tomorrow?” I swipe my books off the bed and crawl toward him on my knees, reach out and grip his waist.

“I don’t want to fight with you, can I just see it… Please?” A tired sigh escapes him as he turns in my hold. I stretch up on my knees and trace my finger over the tattoo between his shoulder blades. I bite my lip as I trace each letter. He shudders under my touch.

Kiara.

I trace the letters of my name a couple times before he finally steps out of reach and turns to face me. I hate the look of uncertainty in his eyes but I don’t know what to say. He has my fucking name tattooed on his back—that shit isn’t coming off in the shower! I look at him and for the first time I see it in his eyes, he really does care about me. I stand up from the bed and close the space between us, grab his hand and pull him toward the bed. I push him down so he is sitting on the edge, then climb atop his lap. He grips my waist instantly. I cup his face between my hands and don’t overthink it as I kiss him. His hold on my waist tightens as his tongue invades my mouth. I moan at the taste of him. The sight of him in a pair of sweats and seeing my name across his back has me hot and needy, needing him to soothe the ache he caused between my thighs. I grind down against his cock and love the groan that comes from him. He grips the bottom of my shirt and lifts it up, breaking our kiss so he can chuck it to the side. He cups both of my tits in his hands and runs his thumbs over my nipples, pulling a moan from me.

“I want to draw this out but I need to be inside you, baby. Can I fuck you?” My heart soars at the fact he is asking me and not just flipping me on my back taking control like I know he wants to. Instead of using words I push against his chest until he is lying flat on his back, shimmy off his lap and grip the waistband of his sweats, then pull them down. He rests up on his elbows and smirks at me.

“No boxers?” He shrugs boyishly and that draws a smile from me.

“I wanted you to have easy access to my cock.” I shake my head as I slide my panties down my legs and step out of them. His heated stare follows every one of my movements. I straddle his lap and grip his cock lining it up with my entrance, then slowly sink down onto him and moan. I lower myself slowly giving my body time to adjust but Bishop has other ideas, he sits forward grips my hips and slams me down on his cock. I scream out and quickly clamp my mouth closed, trying to stay quiet. “I want to hear you scream my fucking name, baby.” I shake my head.

“No, you’re not supposed to be here after curfew.” He smirks and thrusts up inside me causing me to cry out again. I smack my hand over my mouth but he rips it away. “Bishop, I’ll get kicked out.” He grips my hair and yanks my head back, exposing my neck to him and sucks on the side causing me to moan when he bites on my flesh. Fuck it, I grind down on him and he releases his bite on my neck to groan, then grips my hips and leans back. I brace my hands on his chest as I bounce up and down on his cock, biting my lip to keep myself from crying out. Sweat beads my brow and I’m so fucking horny that I know it won’t be long before I come.

“Stop fucking staying quiet, Kiara.” I shake my head as I continue to ride him, chasing my climax. “If you come and don’t scream my fucking name, you’ll be sucking my cock for the next month and I won’t fuck you.”

“Oh God, I can’t,” I manage say before I bite my lip again.

“I own the fucking school. I’ll fire the bastard that tries to kick you out. Now fucking ride my cock and come all over it so I can eat your fucking cunt and taste you.” Oh God, his words spur me on. I ride him hard and fast, moving my legs up and rising up on the balls of my feet so I can squat up and down on his cock. “Fuck, baby. Just like that.” I slam down on his cock twice more before I shatter above him screaming his fucking name. He grips my waist and pushes me off him. I drop to the floor and climb to my knees when he stands, lock my arms behind my back and open my mouth. He slams his cock inside my mouth causing me to gag, then grips the back of my hair and fucks my face so hard I feel my jaw click. I moan at the taste of my cum on his cock. Right as I’m getting into sucking him off, he pulls out and yanks on my hair until I stand, then pushes me over the side of Carlina’s bed, kicks my legs apart and slams into me from behind.

“Holy fuck.”

“Take every fucking inch of my cock, baby.”

“Yes, fuck me just like that and make me come again!” His grip on my waist is bruising but I love the fucking pain. He fucks me so hard and deep that when I come again, I almost fucking black out. He slams into me two more times before I feel his hot cum shoot inside me. He cries out my name and fuck does the sound of him losing control and screaming my name do things to my insides. There is no way I’ll be able to walk away from him again after seeing my name on his back and especially not after the way he just fucked me. I’m going to be walking bowlegged tomorrow.

Chapter17

Bishop

Inuzzle into the side of her neck and savior this moment—waking up next to her has to be on my list of the top five best moments of my life. She stirs and I smile against her neck. I know she must be sore and as much as I want to fuck her again, I need to get ready to head home and handle shit with the Ramano family. Victor is getting antsy and King isn’t able to handle it without me. She rolls over and blinks her eyes open slowly, smiling.

“I thought you would be gone.” I place a quick kiss to her lips before answering.

“Nah, I thought I’d walk you to class before I left.” She hums her approval and stretches, the blanket sliding down her chest and exposing her tits. They’re covered in hickeys and I fucking love knowing my brand will be on her for days. I want every motherfucker here to know she belongs to me and if they even so much as think about touching what is mine, I’ll kill them.

“Okay, do I have time for a shower?”

“Yeah, baby.” I slip out of the bed and help her up, running my gaze over her and see the bruises that mark her hips from my punishing hold. I should feel bad about it but I don’t. I fucking love handling her rough and I know she does too. She slips past me and pauses just before going into the shower, a look of unease crossing her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Did you really video us last time?” I blow out a breath and run my hand through my hair as I shake my head.

“I would never use you like that. I only said it––”

“To be a dick?” I glare at her but nod. “Are you still going to be nice to me when I get out of the shower or are you going to kick me out again?”

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