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“Come for me, Mia. Come all over my fingers.”
I shatter around him, intense waves of pleasure rolling through me. Bexley lifts himself off me slightly to bring his fingers to his mouth and suck them clean. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget me.”
His eyes are blown, wild and reckless. He’s high. The realization makes my heart ache, but he’s already clawing at my pajama shorts, pushing them over my hips and down my legs. My hands go to his jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping my hand inside. My fingers close around his long, hard cock, and he hisses quietly.
“Put it inside you,” he demands. “Now.”
I hitch my legs ever so slightly and guide him inside me. His chest rumbles as he tries to smother a groan, and my breath catches at the feel of him.
He grabs my hands in his and pins them above my head as he eases out of me and slams back inside. My lips part in a muted moan and my eyes flutter closed.
“Look at me, Mia.” He leans in, running his nose along my cheek, coaxing my eyes open. “Watch me as I ruin you for that fucker.” His hand flexes around my hip, holding me in place he fucks me mercilessly into the mattress.
“You feel so fucking good, choking my dick, Mia,” he whispers. “Like you were made for it.”
His dirty words make me gush around him.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You feel so fucking good.”
Sasha murmurs and we both freeze, our eyes wide, our chests heaving between us. The covers shift and rustle, but then she settles back into her drug-induced sleep.
“Maybe we should—”
“Not a fucking chance.” Bexley rocks into me, slow and deep, grinding his pelvis against mine. He isn’t fucking me out of anger anymore, he’s loving me out of desperation and fear. Every kiss, every touch and sigh, is recognition of the nightmare we’ve found ourselves in.
And although I don’t want to believe it, I can’t help but feel like it’s a goodbye.
Panic floods me. I slip one of my hands free from his grip and cup his face. “Promise me you won’t leave me.” My voice cracks.
“Mia, I—”
“No, Bex. Say it. Promise me. No matter what happens… it’s us.”
He stares down at me, the lust and hunger in his eyes giving way to something else. Something darker. Something dangerous.
“I promise.” He touches his head to mine, circling his hips faster, building the waves inside me again.
We kiss and kiss. We don’t stop kissing until my pussy contracts around him and he jerks inside me.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” I breathe.
“I need to go.” Regret glitters in his eyes.
“I know.”
He climbs off me and straightens his clothes before helping me clean up. Crouching down beside the bed, he trails his finger down my cheek. “I meant what I said, Mia. He can have you in name, but you’re mine in all the ways that matter.”
Pressing my lips together, swallowing the emotion building inside me, I nod.
Bexley drops a kiss on my head and leaves…
Taking the final pieces of my broken, battered heart with him.
Friday passes in a blur. I skip classes to spend the afternoon with Mom and Sasha. We get pedicures and manicures. Annabel was supposed to come with us, but after her betrayal, I uninvited her. Tonight is going to be stressful enough without best friend drama.
It’s tradition for prosapia to get ready at home and leave for their Coglio with their parents. In many ways, it’s like your wedding day. The Coglio represents an Electi and prosapia’s union. It binds them together in ritual and in body. There’s a formal dinner at Gravestone Hall for the Electi, Quinctus, the prosapia and their families, followed by the Coglio ceremony. Then Cade and I will return to the Electi House to consummate our union.
