บททั้งหมดของ Crave Me; Big Brother: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Rain. I’m pinned against the leather seat, recalling in brief flashes the first time he had shoved me into his car and tied me up. This time I guess I should be glad it’s just the seatbelt and he isn’t trying to fuck me. "Let me out!" I finally find the strength to throw my entire body weight against the door, clawing at the handle, but it’s locked shut. "Rhysand, stop this car! You’re kidnapping me! Open the door right now!" He doesn’t even look at me. His hands are clamped onto the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his face cold and expressionless. "We tried doing it your way, Rain," he says, his voice calm. "Turns out I hate the silence and the distance. So now, we’re doing it my way.” "And your way involves breaking into my friend's house? Throwing me over your shoulder like property?" I shout, my anger bubbling over the fear. I slam my fist against the dashboard. "You’re acting like Colt! You’re acting exactly like the monster you said you weren't!" That hit a

Rain. I open my mouth to argue, but then his lips close around my nipple and my words disappear. All I manage is a puff of air that sounds suspiciously like surrender. He sucks hard, tongue flicking the tight peak in ruthless little strokes while his hand slides further down my thighs, parting them with the kind of deliberate patience that makes me want to scream. I’m soaked already. Embarrassingly, shamefully wet. The evidence of how badly my body betrays me slicks his fingers as they glide through my folds in slow and teasing, circles around my clit without ever giving me the pressure I suddenly, desperately need. “Rhys…” His name slips out like a plea. “That’s it,” he murmurs against my skin, voice vibrating through my breast. “Say my name again.” He pushes one thick finger inside me without warning. My back arches off the bed, a choked sound tearing from my throat. He adds a second, curling them in that devastating way he knows will unravel me, stroking slowly

Rhysand. The underground parking garage swallows the car like a black mouth. I kill the engine, the sudden silence ringing louder than the tires ever did. Rain hasn’t spoken since I told her about the hack. She just sits there in my oversized shirt and shorts, knees drawn up, staring straight ahead with her face unreadable. I round the car, open her door, and offer my hand. She takes it, her fingers cold and stiff, not meeting my eyes. I lead her to the private elevator that only opens with my thumbprint. The doors slide shut and we rise in silence. When the doors open onto the top floor chaos greets us. Phones are ringing off the hook. Analysts are sprinting between their cubicles, all their screens flashing red with alerts. Voices overlap in panicked bursts like a house win fire and I’ve never seen my people like this. Obsidian has never been breached. Not once in twelve years. We built our empire on the assurance that we can never be cracked. Clients from wealthy

Rain. I sit in the backseat of Caiden’s car with Emma. My head filled with thoughts and my phone buzzing nonstop in my hand. I don’t have to look. I know it’s him. My body is so tuned to Rhysand now that I can feel his rage through the screen. And I’m sure in true Rhysand fashion, his texts are in that demanding, possessive way of his: WHERE ARE YOU? COME BACK TO ME. RAIN! ANSWER THE GODDAMN PHONE! A part of me—a weak, stupid part—wants to answer. To tell him I’m fine, so he doesn’t burn the city down looking for me. But then I look at Emma and her hard glare, knowing she would stop me before I even got two words out. Her arm is around my shoulder, holding me like she could protect me from the men in my life. In the driver’s seat, Caiden watches the road, driving smoothly through the late evening traffic. He hasn’t spoken since the drive started. He glances back every other minute, but his silence says nothing. He strikes me as a man comfortable in the silenc

Rain. Emma grabs the phone from my hand. “Give it back,” I whisper, my voice sounding thin and foreign to my own ears. “No.” Her eyes are hard, fixed on mine with a fierce, protective intensity. “Not a chance in hell, Rain. You know exactly what happens the second you let her back in. You’ve spent too long cleaning up her messes.” “I just… how does she even have this number?” I reach out, my fingers trembling. “What if something is wrong? What if she’s—” “What if she’s lying? Because she is. She always is.” Emma steps back, pulling the phone out of my reach. “She’s bad news, Rain. She’s a black hole that will suck the life right out of you until there’s nothing left.” “She always finds me, Em. You know if I don’t answer she’ll—” “Look at me.” I force my gaze up to hers. “Forget about her,” Emma commands, her voice softening but losing none of its edge. “Forget about that fucking bitch of a mother. She isn’t here. She can’t touch you. You’re safe in this fancy a