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Pulling my cell from my pocket, I open the camera.
"Smile, little mouse. Make sure Kingsley knows how much you enjoyed being my little whore."
Her chin drops as tears fill her eyes.
"What?" I ask innocently, lowering my cell once more. "I thought you knew this was all a game. And guess what." She continues to stare at me in disbelief. "I'm going to fucking win."
Without a second thought, I rip my eyes away from her and pull the door open, storming through it and not giving a thought to anyone who could be outside until it's too late.
16
Mia
I barely sleep a wink. My skin burns with Bexley’s marks.
He branded me.
That asshole marked me, knowing Cade would see.
And I let him.
Gah. I really shouldn’t have done that. But the second he moved closer and touched me, I knew how it would end. I just hadn’t anticipated him discarding me so easily.
It hurt.
It hurt a lot, but I knew he was only pissed because Cade has the one thing Bexley wants more than anything.
Me.
God, it felt so good when he went down on me, kissing and licking my pussy. I’ve never let anyone touch me like that, and now I know how good it can be with Bexley, I don’t want to let anyone else.
Especially not Cade.
Crap, Cade.
He’s on his way over right now.
After being MIA all day yesterday, he finally texted me late last night telling me he would see me this morning for breakfast.
“Dammit.” I throw down the broken necklace and let out an exasperated breath.
I’ve been trying to fix the clasp for the last thirty minutes, but it’s no use. Bexley wrenched it too hard and the dainty mechanism is beyond repair.
A loud knock at my door startles me, and I cuss Cade out under my breath. He couldn’t have been late on the one morning I’m covered in love bites with my Electi pendant necklace in tatters.
Then a thought hits me. I scramble off the chair and hurry over to my dresser, rummaging through the ornate jewelry box located there.
“Bingo.” I fish out an old necklace my mom gave me. The chain is slightly tarnished, but it’s better than nothing. Making quick work of switching the pendants, I secure it around my neck and stuff the broken one in the box.
“Just a second,” I call when Cade knocks again. I can practically sense his impatience.
King Cade waits for no one.
I open the door just as he’s raising his fist to knock again.
“Are you always this impatient?” I ask.
“Only when it’s you.” He smirks, frowning at my turtleneck sweater. “Interesting choice.”
