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And I would never let it go.
He gave me everything.
His attention, his love, his body…his very breath. And I gave him everything of me in return.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, his forehead scrunched in concentration as he moved in and out of me.
And I believed him.
If you would have told that ten year old girl, bending over the cold body of a mother that never put her first, that someday she’d become someone’s whole world, she never would have believed it.
But I had no choicebutto believe it now, because he breathed it into my very soul.
“I love you,” I murmured as he licked a tear from my cheek, desperate to own every part of me, even my tears.
“Tell me again,” he ordered, his gaze never leaving me. The intensity between us grew every day, like ivy across stone.
I think he would kill us both if I ever tried to leave.
And that thought brought a sadistic, sick comfort to me.
I would gladly take everything this man would ever give me.
And it was all because of a simple text…to the wrong pucking number.
EPILOGUE
MONROE
Icould feel him watching me. He always was.
I pretended not to notice him as I walked across SMU’s campus, the college I’d mysteriously got accepted to not long after marrying Lincoln.
The college where I wasofficiallymajoring in English.
I was famous here because of him, but Lincoln was always happy to make sure that everyone knew just how off-limits I was, for anyone thinking they’d make a move.
It still blew me away how jealous he got—not because I thought it was annoying, but because, how could I even be able to see any other man, whenheexisted.
I was walking down a hallway when, all of a sudden, I was pulled into an empty classroom.
“You’re playing with me,” he growled as he pushed me against the wall, his voice a rough whisper that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers skimmed along the bottom of my skirt, and I struggled to stay composed, my thighs clenching together in a futile attempt to contain the arousal rapidly building between my legs.
There was a crowd walking by the classroom right then; I could hear the din of their voices. Anyone could walk in.
I was sure it would be quite the shock to find Lincoln Daniels, NHL superstar, fucking his wife against the wall.
But that only made the moment all the more thrilling.
Lincoln's hand pushed my skirt up, brushing up my inner thighs teasingly before he slipped under my drenched thong. I gasped as he entered me with a single finger.
"You're so wet for me. You’re such a good girl," he muttered, those words sending waves of desire coursing through my body. I moaned in frustration when he wouldn't give me more, my need for him growing with every passing moment.
Suddenly, he withdrew his hand, and I whined in protest, my eyes glued to his face as he leaned in close.
"Do you want to come for me, sweetheart?" he murmured, his lips brushing against my pulse. "Because I’m dying to taste that sweet pussy.”
Without a second thought, he sank to his knees. I watched with heavy lidded eyes as he tore away my panties, his eyes locked on mine, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue darting out to lick and suck at my clit with skilled precision.
