Page 59 of Serpentine
“Does it make you feel better that I’m a part of the gang you lord over? Marked forever as your property?”
I can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic or if it’s an honest inquiry.
“Aella, we need to get you back on the bench…”
She shakes her head, and I stop talking. “I think that I’d like you to touch me. It was so painful, but it also made me feel so much. So much I couldn’t do anything about while Blaze was over the top of me, Miles.”
I’m on her in a second, lifting her and placing her on the portion of the spanking bench meant for her stomach to spread against. I remind myself I don’t trust her, but it doesn’t stop my lips from crashing into hers like a train barreling into a car not meant to be on the tracks. It’s what things feel like with her and me—a collision.
She groans into my mouth, wrapping her body around me like the snake I’d just branded her with.
I pull away from her lips, but her legs tighten behind me. “I’m sorry. I won’t betray you again. I swear it. I’m all in.”
Her words unwind something in me I didn’t know needed unwinding.
“You’re going to be away from us for a while when you’re undercover,” I tell her. “We must keep the ruse up that you’re truly back for the right reasons. We can’t take the chance of your father having you followed. You can’t come back here until it’s done.”
Her face fills with worry and longing even though I’m right before her. “I understand.”
I cup her face. “I’m going to miss the hell out of you,” I tell her.
Her breathing grows labored. “No one has ever looked at me like the two of you do. It’s overwhelming sometimes,” she admits.
It feels like a little too much emotion. It’s a little too raw.
“We feel overwhelmed by you, too.”
A smile plays on her lips. “Should I call you president now?”
I roll my eyes and slap the side of her ass, making her giggle. “Don’t test me. I’m still mad at you.”
She bites her lip. “Is Braxton going to hurt me?”
I shake my head. “I think you’re the one thing in the world he could never hurt, Aella. But he’s going to need time to process that. He’s…different.”
She nods. “I know. But it’s what makes him special.”
The way she speaks about him reminds me of our mother. She took him in and never let any of his differences skew her treatment of him. I never knew that existed outside of Mom.
Our lips meet again; this time, it’s passionate and slow. Deeper than I’ve ever kissed anyone. Her hands twine in my hair, and I groan at the feel of her nails against my scalp.
“Careful, princess, I don’t want to ruin this body. I have a feeling it’s not mine to take.”
She breathes heavily between us. “Does that make you mad?”
I narrow my gaze at her. “That you want Braxton to be your first?”
She nods, biting her bottom lip, pouty and red from our kiss.
I shake my head. “No. Somehow, it feels…right.”
I crouch down before her. “Though he can’t have all the firsts,” I tell her, pulling her toward the edge of the bench and slipping my tongue through her folds.
Her pussy is wet and responsive, and it makes my cock strain in my pants. “Always so wet for us,” I mutter, nibbling her clit.
“Your ass will be mine one day, and my dick is the first one you’ll let in it, right, princess?” I ask, lapping at her to toy with her as she tries her hardest to answer.
I smirk, pulling back and making her growl.