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FORTY-FIVE
Fynn
Idon't like it. Theway she walks him to the front door and is a little too friendly with the guy has me itching to beat him down. I don't trust Kaden Miller. Anyone who hides who they truly are shouldn't be trusted, and I will be damn sure to keep my eye on him.
I follow close behind, so when my Little Saint closes the door, I shove myself against her until she's pressed into it. Her hands automatically come up, flattening her palms to the wood as she turns her head to the side.
“Fynn...”
“What are you doing, Saint?”
“I don't know what you mean?”
“You're awfully friendly with Miller...”
“You can't be fucking serious!”
I lean in, so my face is only inches from hers, our eyes burning into the others, “I am dead fucking serious. I don't like him, and I don't like my girl playing nice with other guys.”
“Fynn, you know I don't feel anything for him. You Lords...”
I cut her off, “Are all you fucking need. Nobody else can give you what you want...” I slide my hand around and into her shorts, not stopping until I feel the wetness pooling between her legs, “...what you need. This pussy is property of the Lords of Sin, and we don't like others sniffing around what is ours.”
I push a finger into her, making her gasp, “It's not like that. He isn't into me...” her voice is breathless as I finger fuck her right here, against the front door.
“Anyone with a dick is interested in you, Little Saint,” I bite down on her shoulder, “You're that forbidden fruit nobody can touch. Even before you signed the contract with us, guys talked about the hot piece of fresh meat walking around campus,” I push another finger into her, “We wanted to beat the shit out of all of them even before we made you ours,” my fingers thrust into her deep, curling and hitting that sweet spot she loves so much, “Now, we will kill them all for trying to touch what is ours.”
“Fuck, Fynn...” my needy little slut opens her legs wider.
“Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes!”
I fuck her harder and faster until right before she lets go, and then I pull my fingers away. As she goes to curse me, I shove my soaked fingers into her mouth, making her gag around them. I grind my hardness against her ass, and after looking around, I unzip my jeans.
“What would you do if I fucked you right here, Little Saint?” I yank her shorts down, already knowing her answer, and pull my fingers from her mouth.
“The others...” she pants, but still, she pushes her ass against my groin.
“What about them?” I ask as I pull my cock out and stroke it a few times.
“They may come home and see,” her fingers curl as if trying to grip the door's flat surface.
“Reach down and lock the door then,” I let her shorts fall to the floor, then lift her left leg, making sure not to strain her stab wound any more than I have to, “Last chance to tell me no, Saint. Otherwise, beg me to give you my cock.”
“Fynn...stop fucking around and fuck me already!”
