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by N. Isabelle Blanco


  A blood-red haze covers my vision.

  Desperate to distract myself, I stare at her swollen lips. Except, that does fucking nothing to ease my fury. Scowling, I ask, “Did he kiss you?”

  He was already inside her, an act that cost him his miserable life. I don’t know why a small part of me prays he didn’t take her lips too, yet I do.

  Lexi responds in the same level tone. “No. I started fighting back as soon as he reached for me. He spun me around to control me.”

  I want to fucking murder him all over again.

  I pull us to a stop before the hallway opens to the second-floor landing.

  “It’s alright,” she reminds me. So professional. So stoic. “They’ll just think we were fucking.”

  Not that she was being raped nor that I stormed in and killed the bastard, his final heartbeats fluttering against my palms.

  Cupping her chin, I bring her closer. “No matter what, even if you see Menahan, you keep your attention on me. Okay baby?”

  A robotic nod.

  Fine. We’ll deal with this later.

  It takes us less than five minutes to walk by everyone and descend the stairs.

  Eyes trail us.

  Expressions shift.

  One-by-one, the predators categorize Lexi’s disheveled state and what I’m sure are marks around my own lips.

  No one dares approach us on the way out, but that’s because they don’t need to.

  Suddenly, they want us gone.

  They want us out of earshot so their tongues can start wagging.

  And that’s okay. Because this part I planned for. The world finding out Lexi’s mine was inevitable.

  Nonnegotiable.

  Outside, I snap at the valet to hurry and find my car. The poor kid didn’t do anything, but it’s the only way to ensure he’ll hurry.

  I’m sure I’m not the first over-entitled asshole he has to rush to please tonight.

  Tugging Lexi into my side, I wrap my arm around her shoulders, uncaring who sees that. “Tell me you’re okay,” I say for her ears only.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  My arm tightens around her. God damn it, she knows fucking why.

  I wait until my Koenigsegg glides to a smooth stop in front of us, throw a hundred at the valet, and usher her straight inside.

  Thirty seconds later, we’re turning onto the driveway leading out.

  “Lexi, talk to me.”

  She doesn’t.

  Growling in my throat, I snatch up her hand.

  She yanks it back.

  “Damn it, talk to me.”

  “No.”

  “Fine, then I’m taking you to Dr. Aaberg.”

  “Don’t you dare.”

  The gates before us slide open to allow us out. “Then talk to me.”

  An adorable little huff. “Fine.” Then, the last thing I expect to hear. “When was the last time you slept with Stephen’s new fuck toy?”

  chapter 3

  i ’m so stunned that I can’t tear my eyes off the dark road in front of us. “What in the . . .”

  “What’s the matter, Andrew? Can’t answer?” she asks, and there’s a bite in her tone I’ve never heard before.

  That coldness personified in the form of a deadly blade, ready to cut me to the quick.

  But, fuck. Of all the things to ask me right now.

  “Tell me, Andrew. When’s the last time?”

  It doesn’t take a genius to pick up on the subtext beneath those soft, merciless words. How many of them were there?

  I run a hand down the side of my face, left hand tight around the steering wheel. I’m a bastard.

  I’m a goddamn bastard, because regardless of the twisted shit that went down roughly an hour earlier, for some reason she’s focused on that.

  She’s jealous.

  And I’m a twitching, leaky mess, aroused past the point of sanity.

  Asad raped her tonight and all I can think about is being between her legs. Showing her just why I’ve fucking killed for her.

  Why I’ll do so again and again.

  There were hundreds. Perhaps thousands.

  I can’t remember any of them. But the times I’ve had my mouth on Lexi’s pussy? I remember every. Fucking. One.

  “Lexi, I don’t think this is the time to talk about it.” I press down on the gas, the trees lining the road giving way to open fields on each side.

  “Why? Not that I can’t already guess.”

  Yup. Definitely pissed.

  I hum low in my throat, trying to center myself, even as every muscle ripples with energy. Violence. An unhealthy desire to pull this car over again, just like I did on the way here, and make her ride my fingers until she fucking gets it. “Lexi. Stop.”

  There’s a blessed moment of silence. One that convinces me the incoming storm has abated for now. That I’m going to be able to get her home and take care of her the way she deserves.

  Then . . .

  “Pull over.”

  Fuck.

  Don’t need to look at her to know that other side is pushing through. The one I glimpsed. The one that alerted me that’s something very, very wrong with her.

  The reason I began suspecting Stephen abused her.

  “Baby.” I reach for her hand with my right one.

  She yanks her fingers back.

  Okay. Shit. We’re doing this. We’re honestly going to fight about this right now.

  “Stop the car, Andrew.”

  I allow myself to look over at her. Her light gray eyes are somber. Glinting. I can practically see the eruption building strength in those orbs. “Don’t do this, Lexi.” Don’t force me to confess I love you. Not now. Not like this.

  “Stop the fucking car.”

  Something tells me that’s the last calm request I’m getting.

  I haven’t had a relationship since I was eighteen. Kaylee would have been considered my last official one. In my heart though? It was Lexi. Even though I only had her back for a single, cruel day.

  But I remember my fights with Kaylee. I know what an injured, jealous female about to explode looks like.

  Considering this is my Lexi—the same woman that held Asad’s wrists down while I choked the life out of him—I have a feeling shit’s about to get real.

  My cock throbs.

  “I’m yours. Yours. I’ve been yours since forever.”

  She ignores my comment entirely. “I’m done with your lies. Let me out of this fucking car.”

  I open my mouth to deny her again.

  Her fist slams into the window, her gray eyes flashing with malice, and she leans closer to shout at me. “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!”

  Like a spark to my powder keg. “Fuck!” I shout, slamming on the breaks and easing us over to the side of the road. “You want to fucking do this? FINE!”

  She’s out the car before I’ve even come to a full stop.

  I’m right behind her. “Get back here, Lexi!”

  “Fuck you, Andrew!” she shouts over her shoulder, stomping through the grass deeper into that field.

  “That’s exactly what you’re about to get,” I murmur, seconds before I’m pounding in her direction.

  She’s hears me coming but by then it’s too late. That haze is back. The voice drilling into my mind. She keeps trying to get away from me, even when I’d do fucking anything to keep her with me.

  She wants to doubt who I belong to?

  I’ll fucking show her.

  God help us, but I will.

  Lexi spins and tries to dodge me.

  Wrapping an arm around her waist, I yank her off her feet.

  My hellcat starts fighting me immediately, nails clawing into any part of me she can reach. “Let go of me. I don’t want to be near you.”

  “Tough fucking luck, because I never stop needing you.”

  “You liar. That’s why you continued living your manwhore life while I was gone.”

  “I don’t even remember them.”

 
“Fuck you, Andrew.”

  I lift her higher. “That’s the plan, Lexi. You win. You wanted it now? You’re getting it.”

  She pushes against me, trying to break my hold. “Go give it to one of your little sluts.”

  “God damn it, Lexi!” I drop her right onto the hood of my car. She tries to scramble away, but I grab onto her legs and tug her back to me. “I don’t even fucking remember them! It was you, you crazy girl. You.”

  Eyes brimming with angry tears, she stares at me, expression mutinous.

  This chick is going to make me fight for it.

  “Go to hell, Andrew. I fell for your lies once. I refuse to do so again.”

  “Oh baby,” I chide softly, fingers wrapping around her jaw. “That’s the problem. Us? This? That part wasn’t the lie. Everything else was. You never understood that. And although he was inside you tonight, I’m about to give you what you wanted. I’m going to remind you just how fucking good it is between us.”

  chapter 4

  o ne of us moves first, but for the life of me, I wouldn’t be able to tell you who.

  Hot, smooth lips slant along mine, her breath becoming my own. Just like that. A single brush of our mouths, and I’m fucking consumed.

  We go instantly nuclear, two debased bodies stripped of all coherence. Our tongues haven’t even touched yet and we’re already obliterated by this lust.

  I force my tongue in her. My crazed little monster meets me head-on, her hands tugging at my dress shirt. Wet, messy sounds echo between us. Her short whimpers are rough. Angry.

  We’re combusting into pure fucking fire, but that doesn’t mean there’s no violence between us.

  There is.

  Most of it coming from her.

  I yank her dress over her hips, using my weight to pin her to the hood.

  Lexi bites my lip hard enough to sting, her chest rumbling with a groan.

  “Stay fucking still,” I demand between kisses.

  Suddenly, distance. Lexi puts enough space between our faces that I can look down into her glinting eyes. “No. You don’t get to dictate how this is going to go.” Her hips rock up and down, rubbing that wet spot I can feel through the layers separating us.

  Pure, tempting heat. The kind that makes my mouth water.

  I reach beneath the bunched-up skirt of her gown, tugging on the thin string of her underwear. I don’t remember when she put it back on, and thinking that? Holy shit. I want to incinerate the world down to nothing but cinders and ash. “I do if you want this cock inside you.” The panties are yanked down her legs. “A tiny thong, Lexi? One would think you were hoping I’d see you naked tonight.”

  Leaning up on her elbows, she glares down at me. Out of nowhere, I’m transported back to that night seven years ago. The night of her eighteenth birthday.

  When I ate her out on the hood of my other car.

  “You picked out every part of my outfit tonight, including my lingerie, you psychotic asshole.”

  “Yet you wore all of it, didn’t you baby?” Before she can clap back with that anger vibrating in her, I flatten my hand on her chest and press her down. Grabbing one leg, I throw it over my shoulder, letting her know what my intent is loud and clear.

  Her hips jerk upward one more time, offering that beautiful cunt to me.

  It’s been less than two days since she came on my tongue again. My soul, however, hasn’t forgotten what needing her for almost a decade of my miserable life is like.

  “Hold on, Lexi. Hold on tight.” She gets a single soft exhale of breath along her clit. It trembles for me, those shivers spreading to the rest of her body. “Fuck.” My tongue swipes at her, full-on. Possessive.

  Why wouldn’t I be? She’s always been mine. Even when the world ripped her from me.

  Lexi’s thighs fall completely open for me, her voice breaking. “Oh! Oh . . . God.”

  I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit, loving how needy she is already. How wet.

  In the back of my mind, however, that darkness lingers. The memory of what Asad did to her earlier.

  My chest shatters, even as the taste of her sends heat razing through me. I slide my hands beneath her, cupping her ass, and lift her off the hood. My tongue licks deeper. Harder. Only one thought matters. The one beating through my confused, starved psyche. Mine. It’s fucking mine. No one’s getting this ever again.

  Lexi cries my name, legs tightening over my shoulders. “Fuck. How do you—Unh. Right there, baby. Right there.”

  Jesus Christ, her voice.

  I groan in my throat, sucking on her. Licking her. When I run my lips against her softly, she bites into her bottom lip, legs shaking. Her pussy’s so slick, swollen with her need to come. A curse is torn from my throat and then I’m lost again.

  On this New Jersey road, in the middle of the fucking night, I eat her like we aren’t out in the open, where anyone might hear her screams and catch us.

  Shit. Maybe I want them to.

  Lexi’s straining under me, choking on her breaths. She’s trying to tell me something, but I can’t hear with her thighs squeezing down on either side of my head. I ease her down and slide a hand between her legs.

  My fingers deep inside her.

  Eyes wide, she mewls my name, a brutal orgasm coming at her out of nowhere and dragging her under.

  I suck her clit into my mouth, nursing on it, feeding off each throb.

  “God, Drew. That’s—wait. Oh fuck. Shit. Baby, what are you—yes, yes, please!”

  I fuck her with my fingers faster, making out with her clit, refusing to let her orgasm ease. “Yes. Holy fuck.” Dropping her back to the hood, I attack my belt with shaking hands.

  Chest racing, Lexi raises her head, as the clack of my belt buckle flying open fills the night. I spare another second to pull my cock out, then reach for her knees. A single shift and my tip nudges against her opening.

  Her short gasp and wide eyes make my erection pulse, as if trying to find its own way in her.

  Hoping that dress of hers is strong enough to survive this, I slip my fingers into the edges of her bodice and pull. Her tits bounce out, round and god damn glorious, and I feel the pre-come leaking onto her pussy. “Grab onto me, baby,” I order her, my own voice recognizable to my ears.

  Her throat bounces with a nervous swallow, but her arms come around my neck regardless.

  And that’s how I know. As hard as I’m about to give it to her—as much as that makes me a fucking heathen for not being able to control myself—she wants this.

  Even with her past, she wants what I have to give.

  I cup the back of her head, raising her against me, until she’s almost in my lap. “I’m so sorry, baby,” I mumble, kissing her lightly.

  She opens her mouth, most likely to ask me why—

  Her name a fractured whisper on my lips, I take her in a single, hard thrust.

  chapter 5

  s he’s trembling. Shivering.

  I’m lost. Demolished.

  I clench my gut to control the urge to ravage her completely. The fit of her cunt around my cock is more than I imagined. More than I prepared for.

  More than I can handle.

  Stuttering breaths against my lips. Her arms tight around my neck. My name’s a sweet whisper I can taste. “Andrew.”

  Dick pulsing in time with my thundering heart, I mash my molars. The wet, snug heat of her is all I feel. Smell. Still taste with each inhale, even from here.

  Lexi’s back curls, big, firm breasts teasing me through my dress shirt and vest. Her soft whimper. The way her inner walls shudder around me.

  My head jerks back, teeth grinding. Fuck, fuck. I haven’t even moved—can’t move—and I’m already about to come. Our skin only touches in the most intimate way, her pussy caressing my bare cock, but my tux remains between us.

  Shielding me.

  Even without the extra sensory input, I’m fucked at the most crucial level. One throb away from painting her walls white with my come.
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  Groaning, Lexi yanks at my vest, tearing it open. I’ve barely registered her intent when my shirt is tugged open next.

  Hips jerking, I dig my fingers into her hips, struggling to hold back the eruption building. “Lexi—wait—” Her tits, with those hard, little nipples make contact with my bare chest.

  That broken whisper, my name a tortured chant, and her pussy tightens around me like she’s about to come.

  Her pussy.

  My Lexi.

  Emotions run on a high-octane blast. A crazed sound reaches me and I’m dimly aware it’s coming from me. Flattening my feet on the ground, I release her hips, sliding my arms beneath her knees.

  Splitting her so damn wide she slides down the hood, pussy pressed to my groin, and I can suddenly see it.

  All of it.

  That bare, soft pussy stretched for dear life around my dick.

  “I’m sorry,” I choke, the last coherent thing I’m able to give her.

  Passion glazed eyes widen with trepidation at whatever she’s seeing on my face.

  My humanity leaves me, stripped by pure animal instinct. The first withdrawal nearly sends me spiraling into the abyss. My ass clenches, knees almost buckling, at the sensation of that soft pussy caressing me as I slide back.

  Teeth grinding, I drive back into her.

  Hard.

  Fast.

  Zero mercy. No common sense. My hips slam into her with a crack, sending her body sliding back up the hood of my car.

  She can’t even scream. Her lips fall open, throat bouncing.

  The next thrust I give her makes her tits bounce so hard I know it had to hurt. The sound of our skin slapping fills the night, mixing with my ragged groans.

  It’s more than I can process. More than I built it up to be in my mind. The pleasure stabs me in the heart with every stab of my dick in her. I’m still begging with myself to calm the fuck down, that she’s been abused, that I need to slow down, when I lean into her, setting a vicious rhythm.

  Lexi’s wide eyes haven’t left me, glinting with that petrified awe. On a rough thrust, her voice breaks, eyes watering. “Holy fuck . . . you’re an animal.” Her neck jerks back, her head banging into the hood.

 

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