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“I’m so fucking hard.” His voice cracks with lust. “If I don’t get inside you soon, I’m gonna explode.”

Bexley carries me to the marbled counter and sits me on the edge. My hands run over his impressive abs, reveling in the way his muscles contract under my touch. But it’s when I ghost fingers over the barely healed brand that he shudders.

He snags my wrist, suspending my hand there. “This… it doesn’t change anything, Mia. Not a damn thing.” Bexley crowds me, touching his head to mine. “You own me, mouse. Always will.”

His words break something inside me, and tears prick my eyes. “I need you,” I breathe. “Please.”

Bexley works his shorts down his hips and frees his cock, slamming it into my pussy in one smooth stroke. “Fuuuuck,” he drawls, kissing the corner of my mouth. I can hardly breathe, overwhelmed by how good he feels inside me.

“It’s you, Mia. Only ever you.” His lips brush my ear, and he pulls out slowly and then slams back inside.

“God,” I cry, “it feels… oh God.” The air leaves my lungs as Bexley drives into me, hard and fast. His lips brand my skin, licking and kissing and sucking as he fucks me like he might never get to do it again.

Our moans rise above the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Bexley grabs my ass and changes his angle slightly, driving deeper, hitting my cervix until pain blends with pleasure, making me drown in sensation.

“Fuck, Mia, you feel so fucking good…”

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Don’t ever stop.”

His hand wraps around my throat tenderly, pinning me against the wall as he licks my mouth, slowing his pace and grinding into me. “I want you to come, Mia. Come all over my cock, mouse. Give it to me. Only me. Only ever me.”

An intense wave crests inside, ripping through me as I shatter around him, crying out his name.

“Fuck, Mia…. fuuuuuck,” he groans, spilling inside of me.

Our chests heave, our ragged breaths filling the room. Bexley’s eyes are heavy, his pupils blown with desire.

“Tell me what happened?” His thumb brushes the tender spot over my cheek.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it fucking does.” His voice is a rough growl.

“It was an accident. One of Cade’s sluts clipped me with her elbow. Forget about it.”

I sure wanted to.

“One day, Mia. One day I’m going to end that motherfucker.” He seals his promise with a passionate kiss, one I feel all the way down to my soul. “I meant everything I said. You own me, Mia.”

“Bex…” I sigh, slowly coming back to reality.

What have we done?

But for as much as I know we sho

uldn’t have done it, I can’t deny I feel a lick of satisfaction.

Bexley lowers me to the ground, and we clean up. I catch my reflection in the mirror. My skin is flushed, my eyes bright and brimming with lust. But what I feel for Bexley is more than that.

He comes up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist and hugging me to his warm body. “You are so fucking strong, Mia.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder as he watches me in the mirror. “But I’m begging you, let me handle Kingsley.”

I press my lips together, refusing to agree. I can’t let this go. I won’t.

“Mia…”

I’m about to answer when there’s a knock at the door. “Um, guys,” Sasha says, “you should really—”

“Yeah,” Bexley barks, “coming.”

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