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Rhett grabbed her hair and pulled until her back arched. As he grasped her face, he kissed her gently, then pounded her so hard, the sounds of their skin slapping had overpowered her cries.
Yes, Rhett. That’s it. Fuck her harder. Make her fucking scream.
His hand left her face and squeezed her tit before snaking down between her legs. He viciously rolled and tugged at her clit until her orgasm took hold and her cum sprayed all over the floor.
Oh, my fucking… FUCK!
I tore my sight away from the doorway and bit down hard on my knuckles, my release jetting out in thick, long streams.
Feeling sated and extremely proud of my brother, I got myself together, then jogged back to campus with a shit-eating grin on my face.
Twenty-Eight
Samara
Iwasawakenedat6AM the next morning to three loud bangs against my bedroom door.
“Hey, bitch,” Sky’s angry voice shook from the other side. “Wake the fuck up. You have a visitor.”
I groaned and rolled over in bed, hating my life. It was way too fucking early for this shit. Who the hell would be popping in to see me this early in the day any-fucking-way?
Oh, fuck.
The trial.
I was supposed to be up and ready an hour ago.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Sitting up fast, I untangled myself from my blankets and approached the door, opening it to see Sky gone and Isaac Danvers standing in her place.
I wrinkled my nose at him. “The fuck areyou—”
“You know why I’m here,” he cut me off with a snarky smirk. “All the dirty details got sent last night and you’re thirty minutes late. Phantom sent me to come get you.”
“Why you?”
“Better me than a guard.”
He pushed me to the side and entered my bedroom, stalking over to my closet.
“What are you—”
“Where’s your swimsuit?” he asked.
“I’m perfectly capable of getting my shit myself, thanks.”
Isaac scoffed and rolled his eyes at me. “Then how about putting some fucking pep in your step? We don’t have all fucking day.”
I flipped him off and stalked over to my dresser, bending over to grab the bathing suit out of the bottom drawer. My movement stiffened when a set of hands pressed firmly against my sore hips.
God damnit.
I’d just now comprehended that I wasn’t wearing any shorts.
“You know what?” Isaac cooed in a dark tone. His hands left my aching hips and swooped lower, caressing my ass cheeks in a gentle squeeze. “I think we can fit in an extra five minutes or so.”
“Fuck. Off.”
