Todos los capítulos de Crave Me; Big Brother: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Rhysand. I’m watching Rain leave feeling like a lovesick puppy and clenching my fists not to reach out for her. She slips out of the car, flushed and crumpled. The air she leaves behind smells of her perfume and the sex we just had and I can’t get enough of it. The cold prickle I feel at her anger fills me with doubt. Did I take it too far so soon? Was my mushroom not ready? I was barely thinking when I saw her on the verge of tears that my brother no doubt caused. I just wanted her to stop thinking about that loser for one fucking second. This frantic, reckless passion is new, even for me. And I fear I’ve maybe pushed her too far and ruined it all. But the way she moaned my name tells me all hope might not be lost. Through the rear view mirror I catch her digging through her purse. I don’t want her to leave like this but her stubbornness won’t let her come back in despite the fact she feels it too. This fucking spark between us that has consumed every part of my bein

Rain. I wake up slowly, the deep, heavy comfort of the expensive mattress holding me captive. Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of Colt’s bedroom, painting the room in soft, early morning gold. I am in his bed. All my dreams now a reality. I turn my head, my gaze settling on Colt, who sleeps beside me. He is curled on his side, his breathing even and peaceful. He looks so young and vulnerable now, stripped of the tailored suit and the heartbreaking tears. He slept in my arms all night, his cheek pressed against my chest, seeking refuge from that fucking hoe’s betrayal. A wave of pure happiness washes over me. Everything is going back to where it belongs. This is my place. This is my man. Lila will soon be forgotten, thrown into the past like all his other stupid flings. And Rhysand will be gone too once I stop feeding his need for chaos and move apartments. He’s just a temporary, dark distraction, that will fade without attention. I shove the frantic, steam

Rhysand. I have done well. Too well infact. The shock on Rain’s face is so perfect, I never want it to fade. It’s a masterpiece of wide eyes, parted lips, and a sudden, sharp intake of breath that makes the fabric of her blazer strain against her curves. I watch as realization sink in, the wheels behind her eyes frantically turning with disbelief. “You…You are a bartender,” she stammers. I chuckle. Surely she didn’t think I have a penthouse and sports car on a bartender salary. “That’s just a hobby. This is my actual business.” The look on her face is worth every penny of the two million dollars I’m about to pay her. It’s like fucking art. She blinks, frowns, blinks again. I take a step toward her, keeping enough professional distance for Mark’s sake but close enough to force her to tilt her head back to meet my amused gaze. My mushroon thought she could run and hide from me. She thought that little stunt Colt pulled by having her sleepover would keep me away.

Rain. Lila has some nerve. No actually it’s fucking audacity. She must’ve lost her fucking mind. Why is she here? What does she mean by this? Thankfully Elena will deal with her, but it doesn’t shake my worry. I grip Colt’s hand, my fingers digging into his skin because he’s still so rigid, his eyes fixed on the spot where Elena and Lila are standing at the edge of the lawn. “Colt,” I call him, keeping the panic out of my voice. I need to bring him back to me, quietly. To remind him that I’m the one standing here, wearing his fucking jewels and having his mother’s approval. Across the lawn, near the shadows of the terrace, I catch a glimpse of Rhysand, staring with his dark, detached intensity. He looks like a man watching a car wreck as if he predicted it. And all the pride I felt mere seconds ago die a slow embarrassing death. I tug at Colt’s arm, squeezing his fingers until my knuckles go white, all to pull his gaze away from the bitch in white that Elena has fuc

Rhysand. “That’s right,” I growl, satisfaction flooding me. I drop lower, kissing down her chest, pushing the dress aside to put one hardened nipple into my mouth. “Oh God…” Her back arches to fit her breast well into my mouth and I reward her by sucking it like it’s fucking nectar. It just might be with how much I’ve wanted to do this. Time spent with her leaves me unsatisfied, craving more and with her submitting so well, it’s like fucking Christmas. I move my mouth to the other breast, nipping and sucking and getting so turned on from her throaty moans that my head feels cloudy, like I’m drunk on Rain. When I finish, I sink to my knees in front of her. The marble is hard against my knees, but I don’t care. She blinks, about to say something but I raise her legs and push her thighs wide apart, gripping them hard enough to leave faint red marks that makes her bite down on her lip. My eyes take in her pink, glistening pussy and fucking hell. All I want is to sink