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“And Q is trying to buy some time to figure out their next steps.”
He nods again. “I think we have to assume Q are not the ones holding all the power here, which means their control over Cade is shaky at best.”
“I keep thinking about that list of names… why would my dad have it? It doesn’t make any sense. Not unless…” The words die on my tongue, because there’s no way.
“Unless he was involved,” Bexley finishes for me.
A resigned sigh falls from my lips. “It doesn’t make sense, though. He works security for Phillip. He’s not an… an assassin for Quinctus.”
Is he?
I swallow over the words that have been plaguing my mind ever since I Googled those names. “I should talk to him—”
“No, Mia. You can’t even let them know we know. Not until we connect more of the dots.”
“But he’s my dad…”
“I know.” Bexley levels me with a sympathetic look. “I wish I could take you far, far away from here, little mouse.”
“You can.” My hands slide up his chest as I lean in to kiss him.
“Mia, I’m not sure—”
“Shh,” I soothe. “Give me this, Bexley. Make me forget.”
A low growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating through me as I circle my hips above him, creating the most delicious friction. His hands slide down to my butt and to grind me on top of him.
“You’re playing with fire, mouse.”
“Maybe I like the burn.” I ease back to smirk at him.
There’s something thrilling about being out here with him, surrounded by nothing but the trees and nature. We could get caught at any second, but after everything that’s happened, after the way Cade defiled me last night, I can’t find it in myself to care.
This moment feels like a fuck you to Cade and Quinctus. I’ll probably regret it later, when the lust-filled spell I’m under breaks, but right now, I want Bexley to fuck me like he might never get another chance.
“I need you,” I purr against his mouth, kissing and sucking his bottom lip between my teeth. Bexley groans, his hand flexing over the curve of my hip.
“You want me, take me,” he challenges, injecting liquid lust into my veins. Steadying myself against him, I make quick work of freeing his cock from his jeans and sliding him through my wetness.
“Fuck, mouse,” he hisses as I hook my panties aside and slide down on him until he’s seated inside me. “Nothing will ever feel as good as this,” he rasps, burying his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck. Thrusting upward, Bexley sends little bolts of pleasure shooting through me.
“God…” I pant. “I thought I was in control?”
He chuckles, pulling me down to kiss me hard. Our tongues tangle, slow, lazy licks that have me rocking back and forth.
“Fuck, Mia. You were made for me.” He breathes the words against my lips.
But it isn’t enough. I need more.
I lift myself up and slam down over him, making us both cry out. It’s messy and frantic, but it feels so good that I never want to stop.
“Harder,” he groans, and I circle my hips faster, sinking down as far as I can go.
Bexley’s hand travels up my stomach, squeezing my breasts then grabbing my throat. That combined with the tenderness in his eyes as I ride him sends me hurtling over the edge.
“Oh God,” I cry, shattering around him. But Bexley isn’t done. He flips me over and drives into me, hard enough that it hurts. But the pain quickly gives way to pleasure as he claws at my hips, my thighs, slamming into me over and over.
“Fuck, Mia… fuuuuck.” He collapses on top of me and we lie there on the cold ground, underneath a blanket of trees.
