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His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue plunging past my lips and curling around my own. I have two choices: bite him, hard, and seal my fate right here, or submit.
I will my body to go lax and open up to him. Everything about the kiss is wrong. His mouth is too eager, his tongue too forceful… and he doesn’t taste like Bexley.
God, Bexley.
If he saw me like this, I wonder what he would do. Would he rip Cade off me and beat him to a bloody mess, or would he walk on by and leave me to my fate?
Cade grinds his hips into me, letting me know just how much he enjoys forcing himself on me.
Perverted asshole.
A guy who can have any girl he wants, and this is what gets him off.
But I guess to guys like Cade, there’s something rare and unknown about the chase, about acquiring the untouchable—because they never experience it.
He presses me into the wall, letting his hands glide up my waist and dip under my sweater top. Warm fingers toy with my skin, trying to elicit the same desire in me as I spark in him. But he’ll be trying forever.
A door slamming out in the hall startles him, and he finally breaks away.
“Fuck,” he hisses, running a hand over his cock. “Taking you for the first time is going to be so fucking sweet, Mia. Tonight, there’s this dinner.”
“Dinner? What dinner?”
“So inquisitive,” he teases. “A car will pick you up at seven. Don’t be late, Mia. It’s important you’re there.”
“I know my place, Cade.” My body trembles with anger, but I manage to force a smile.
“I’m sure you do, my prosapia.” He leans in, kissing my cheek. “My queen.”
Another shudder rolls down my spine. “Now let’s go before, I break the rules and fuck you right here.”
I glare at him before shoving past him.
I don’t need telling twice.
We meet the others for breakfast, in some secret dining room that seems far too big for the six of us. Tim is nowhere to be seen.
“What is this place?” I ask.
“Why, it’s our private eating quarters,” Ashton mocks.
“You’re such an asshole,” I retort, earning me snickers from Channing and Brandon. Sasha nudges me under the table and mouths, “Nice one.”
A server is busy placing down baskets of fresh bread and pastries, and there’s a hot food counter with eggs and bacon and pancakes.
The huge ornate doors swing open and Tim appears… with Fawn in toe.
“About fucking time,” Cade grumbles. “I called you an hour ago.”
“We were… busy.” They join us at the table.
“I bet you were. Nice hickey, Fawn,” Ashton smirks, and Tim leans over, smacking him around the head.
“Show some fucking respect.”
“Tim,” she soothes.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her around the group. Fawn Bailey is a quiet, meek girl who seemingly keeps to herself.
