Ruined Castles (The Elite King's Club 8)

“Bishop!” I chuckle, though I know he’s dead serious. I’m distracted by his bulging muscles in his back and the tattoos that artistically sweep over his skin like a million-dollar painting.

When he begins walking into the lake and dives into the water, I quickly jump up to my feet, turning over my shoulder to see if anyone is coming through the clearing.

Bishop surfaces from the water. “Oh come, Kitty. Age has turned you soft.”

I glare at him, making my way to the water while removing the straps of my fitted maxi dress. When it hits my feet, I raise one eyebrow at Bishop, reaching for the clasp of my bra.

“Fuck no!” he growls loudly. “You keep that shit on unless you want me to spank you until you bruise.”

I unclip the bra and let it fall to the ground.

He doesn’t even respond as I dip my toes into the water, covering my nipples with my hands. After the twins, I got them lifted, tucked, and expanded. Not for Bishop, but for me, so safe to say, they’re my favorite weapon right now.

Wrapping my long hair into a tight bun on the top of my head, I dive into the water, pushing myself to the surface when the cool temperature bites my flesh.

I haven’t opened my eyes when strong arms catch me around my waist. Stifling my laugh, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

“Just for the record…” Bishop mumbles into my lips as he drifts us closer and closer to the rock. “You asked for this.”

As soon as my foot hits a small place that is below the rock, I push myself up until I’m looking down at him below.

Cocking my head, I spread my legs wide, expecting him to do what he did the last time we were here when we were in high school, but instead, he lifts himself from the water and suddenly, I’m me and he’s—well—he’s Bishop Vincent fucking Hayes, The Ice King.

He stands straight, his shoulders and back staunch, before his fingers find my chin. His thumb dives between my teeth. “Suck.”

I wrap my lips around his thumb, peering up at him behind damp lashes. I haven’t released his thumb before he’s pulling me up from my seat, turning me until my chest hovers against the water and my ass is in the air.

“Tsk, tsk… still don’t listen, huh?” His hand is on the back of my neck as his other rubs circles over the cheek of my ass. It jiggles now—it jiggles really good. “Sexiest fucking ass in the world. Be a shame to, I don’t know…” silence before a loud slap! vibrates over my flesh. “Drown the owner.”

“Bishop!” I yell, the calm water getting closer to my face. Just when I’m about to turn over, he drives into me roughly and a stifled moan jumps out of me.

He pulls out, runs his thumb over my ass cheek again before that familiar slap sounds and my ass cheek stings with fire. After he dips his finger inside of me, I turn slightly over my shoulder to catch him sucking it into his mouth behind a dark smirk.

“Bisho—”

He slams into me again, lowering me farther to the water as he jackknives against my ass viciously. I stop protesting as soon as pleasure sweeps through my body and takes it hostage.

I hear him spit before saliva slides down the crack of my ass while his other hand is back around my hair. “You’re lucky I can hear them coming through that forest or I’d fuck you like a maniac while drowning you.”

“Do it,” I groan, reaching boundlessly behind him. “Go on, BVH…” I smirk at him from over my shoulder, and I know I fucked up because his pace slows and his grip around my hair loosens. “Let’s play a game…”

The corner of his mouth curves into an evil grin, his eyes darkening and the water dripping over his tight abs.

He tilts his head and drags his finger down the crack of my ass, his eyes coming to mine when he spits again, his mouth slightly open.

As soon as his eyes connect with mine, he slams into me harder this time when his fingers tense around the back of my neck and he forces me down. Oxygen gone, water surrounding my face while he fucks me hard from behind, my body jerking forward with every thrust, has my orgasm tearing through all of my sanity to tell him to stop.

In a flash, he tears my face up from the water by tugging on my hair and we both lose ourselves through our release, my knees buckling together and my muscles releasing.

“Oh, fuck off!” we hear Nate yell from the lakebed, and we both laugh breathlessly.

I lean up on my tippy toes, pressing a gentle kiss on my personal monster. Bishop has become ruthless with age. When we were young, he was bad, but now he’s lethal. He took the gavel with savagery and made every single one fear his footsteps, but with me? Well… with me, he only pretends to kill me and usually only when his dick is inside me. “I love you.”