To Capture a Thorn (The Society 2)

She was going to leave us, and I didn’t want to live my life without her. I’d follow her, even if it meant dealing with the consequences and the fallout.

Sian touched my face. “Why?”

“You’re an amazing person,” I said. “How could I not love you? You’re beautiful, strong. I don’t want anyone else. The thought of losing you kills me.” Then, I just couldn’t resist and kissed her.

She moaned my name and then pulled away, shaking her head. “I stink too much for that.”

I laughed. Getting to my feet, I turned on the shower and then moved toward her. “You want me to help you get naked?”

“Only if you do as well,” she said.

I was already pulling my shirt off my body, and then my pants. With the speed I worked, I was naked long before she was.

Sian’s laughter filled the room.

I helped her remove her jeans and her shirt. She took care of her bra and panties, and then I whipped her beneath the spray of the shower, which was now warm.

She tilted her head back, and I kept my arm banded around her waist. Pressing my face against her neck, I kissed her.

“I really do stink. You’ve got to stop.”

I laughed and reached past her for her favorite vanilla-flavored soap. After lathering up my hands, I placed them on her body.

She gasped as she collapsed against me. “I could have killed someone today,” she said.

“You didn’t and you don’t know if you might have stopped,” I said.

“I wouldn’t have stopped, Gideon. I felt it. I wanted her life to end beneath my hands. I begged for it.”

I kissed her neck. “I don’t care.”

Running my hands all over her body, I cleaned her up, paying careful attention to all parts of her body. When she was clean, I put some shampoo on her hair, followed by conditioner. With the last of the conditioner leaving her hair, I pressed her up against the wall of the shower.

My lips went to her neck, sucking on the pulse as I slid my hand between her thighs, touching her pussy.

So wet.

“I want you,” I said.

“Then take me. I’m all yours.”

I tilted her hips to the right angle that I needed. Wrapping my fingers around my length, I began to work from the base up to the tip, then back down again. I was rock-hard.

After placing the tip at her entrance, I slammed in balls deep, feeling her tight heat quiver all around me.

We both cried out together.

Wrapping her hair around one fist, I gripped her hip tightly in my other and then began to work myself in and out of her body, driving in deep, going harder and faster within her, taking my time and then rushing to feel her. I let go of her hair to place my hand between her thighs, to touch her clit, to get her to come all over my dick.

One touch seemed to set her aflame as she rocked back against me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said.

Her pleasured moans filled the air as she came, and I held on to her as I took my own pleasure, filling her pussy as the spray of the shower landed all around us. This was heaven.

Sian was mine. I couldn’t let her go.

I didn’t know how we were going to win her, only that we had to find a way to keep her for ourselves.

Chapter Twelve

Mateo

They weren’t lying when they said the last of the sunshine had come and gone. The rain poured, and it was so fucking cold. I sat on the bench outside of the salon Sian had gone into. She’d finally decided she wanted to get her hair cut, and of course, I was the asshole who offered to take her.

Gideon was busy with his dad.

I didn’t know what was going on with him, but it was some kind of weird shit, I was guessing. He hadn’t been right since the day our dads brought Sian home, passed out, and told us what happened.

Sian had tried to kill Chloe.

We’d all taken it in turns to watch Chloe, but for some reason, Gideon hadn’t left a single shift. He also didn’t talk while any of us was there, and I knew because I asked Dante and William.

Now as I watched Sian, saw the woman work, I couldn’t say I blamed her at all.

Chloe was a fucking bitch, always had been for as long as I could remember. Even before Sian joined us all at school, Chloe had been a first-class slut and to be quite frank, evil. She could turn it on and off. One moment, she could be the devil incarnate, the next, this sweet person who you doubted you knew. I saw her game straight away and stayed as far away from that kind of crazy as I could.