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Mine.
Mine.
Maddox sucked out all the oxygen from my lungs, until I was gasping and breathless.
His kiss slowed, and my heart beat faster, thudding like a raging violin, screeching and loud. “I’m yours, Lila. Every part of me is yours,” he whispered.
I wanted to believe him… and I did. Maybe that was foolish of me…
I had a weakness for Maddox. “Do you promise to tell me if something is wrong?” I asked softly, my voice barely audible. He had my fragile heart in the palm of his hand, and he could crush it, so easily, with a simple squeeze.
“Lila.” My name was a gentle whisper on his lips. “I’ll never hurt you, not willingly, not intentionally.”
When his mouth claimed mine again, I felt him breathe something on my lips. But I didn’t catch it, and I was too lost in his kiss to care.
I believed him.
Maddox would never hurt me.
Not intentionally.
He was my best friend, after all.
And that was the exact reason why he had the power to destroy me.
Lila Garcia was a minx, through and through.
A dirty, fucking minx who loved to torture me. Payback, she said. Payback for teasing her in the library, payback for daring her to come in public…
My little dragon was quite the vixen.
Lila loved every minute of it, was practically soaking through her panties at the mere thought of my fingers in her pussy.
And now she was playing hard to get.
I remembered the smirk on her face when she dared me three days ago. You can’t touch me. Not until I tell you to. I dare you.
Lila had me chasing after her, practically begging for my cock to be relieved, but she wouldn’t relent. She had me in a perpetual state of blue balls for three days.
She found every way to get me hard and aching for her. I’d been jacking off three times a day, just so I could handle all the goddamn teasing.
Doing her morning stretches, in her tight yoga pants that stretched over her ass like a second skin, she’d deliberately bend over, touch her toes and wiggle her juicy ass when I’d walked past her. Yeah, that almost made me snap.
Or the time she decided to clean the whole apartment only wearing a shirt and panties that barely covered her pink pussy and ass. Oh, and no bra. Her nipples had been poking through the thin layer of her shirt all damn day. I almost busted a nut in my sweatpants.
Lila was well-skilled in the art of torture, and fuck me, I lived for every bit of it.
Loved her teasing smirk… and her gentle smile.
Loved her clawing at my back like a tigress when I fucked her… loved her soft lips on my chest and her sweet caress.
Loved her intelligent brain… loved her dangerous mind.
Her strong will, her unbroken determination. Like two weeks ago…
Lila Garcia was absolutely terrified of cars and driving. But my girl? My fucking girl got her own license. It was a way of getting over her fear, she said.
She did it. I remembered rather fondly. With a confident smile, a fierce attitude and a slight sway of her hips as she had walked over to me and announced she passed her driving test.
Lila was my good days. and the reason my cold heart wasn’t so cold anymore. She was my better half, the perfect combination of angel and she-devil. A mess of gorgeous chaos and beautiful brown eyes, black hair and red lips.
Maybe God – if there really was one, created her just for me. My soulmate. My missing piece…
Oh damn, she was turning me into a cheesy romantic and trashy poet.
But fuck me, I was so goddamn weak at the knees for her.
For her… I’d risk it all.
I walked into our apartment and found all the lights off. “Lila?” I called out.
Taking off my shoes at the door, I left my shoulder bag there and walked farther into the apartment. Our bedroom door was slightly ajar, and the lights were on. I pushed the door open and practically stumbled at the sight in front of me.
I blinked, slack-mouthed, and then choked on my groan.
Lila, the minx, was spread eagle, on our bed, with a fucking wand vibrator between her legs. Her back arched off the bed, and she let out a soft moan. At the sound of my answering growl, her eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a hooded look. Her face was a mask of pleasure, on the brick of orgasm.
I stalked forward, my cock already rock hard. The musky scent of her pussy juices was heavy in the room, and I twitched in my jeans. Goddamn it, this woman was going to be the death of me.
Death by pussy. Yeah, it’d be a sweet death, that’s for sure.
“What are you doing, Lila?” I asked, my voice gritty and rough to my own ears.
