Taking me to bed. Finally. He turns when he finally gets to it, stumbling and sitting down hard on the mattress and taking me with him. I keep my eyes closed through it all, concentrating on Christian, on the softness of his lips even as they move rough against mine, at the way his arms wrap me
I gasp again, one of my hands fisting in the fabric of the duvet as Christian tugs my panties down over my thighs, and then slips them down my legs and tosses them away like they couldn’t possibly matter, like it offended him that they were there in the first place. And then I groan as he lowers h
My head falls back, my eyes fluttering shut as Christian takes control again, pressing the tip of his cock hard against the center of me, pressing in just an inch. He pauses then, shuddering, and I lose my mind a little bit, raising my hips hard, desperate to get him inside of me. It works, and Chri
Christian and I fuck…for hours. Or, well, is that even the right term? Because some of it is fucking, surely – the times when he pounds himself so hard into me that the bed shakes, that I grip the blankets and raise my hips to him, wanting to take him deeper and deeper until I can’t take anymore.
“That doesn’t have to stop me –“ “Ew!” I gasp, sitting up straight and staring at him. Christian bursts out laughing now too, putting one hand flat on either of my thighs as I straddle his stomach, frowning down at him. “You’d better not secretly be gross,” I growl, pointing a finger into his
“No, Iris,” Christian says, grabbing my arms and pulling me back, smiling and shaking his head at me. “Did you seriously not know?” “Know what?” I ask, going still. “Iris, I had it so bad for you –“ he says, laughing sheepishly, shaking his head like it’s incredible. “I had the world’s biggest c
“Oh my god,” I whisper, my mind racing. Frankie – how did they get him out of Romano’s custody? And – and didn’t Nico say that it was going to take until tonight for him to get back here untraced? Why on earth are they back so early? I stumble off of the bed, grabbing my sweatshirt off the floor
In the kitchen, I start quickly to pull out the supplies for the coffee, half of my ear over at the cluster of boys who continue to argue, their tones not so hushed now as each of them start to lose their tempers. I’m completely distracted, though, when Lucy starts to spoon coffee directly into th