Shattered Legacy : A Dark Bully Romance (Gravestone Elite Book 1) by Caitlyn Dare (great novels of all time .txt) 📗

going to have so much fun,” he leans in, licking a line from my jaw to the shell of my ear, “devouring you.”

“God, yes.” I tilt my head to the side, giving him more access. I’ve never been touched or talked to like his before. I know I’m not supposed to like it… but I do.

And I want more.

I want Bexley to make me forget. To make me feel.

I want him to mark me as his own so Cade has no choice but to discard me.

Suddenly though, Bexley tears away from me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my stomach sinking.

But then something akin to hunger flashes in his baby blues, and a wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his smile. “Get on the bed, mouse,” he says darkly. “It’s time to play.”

15

Bexley

“He can’t touch me. Not yet.”

Her words repeat in my head over and over as she follows my demands and slides herself back onto her bed.

Her pink lace bra is the only thing that's hiding her swollen breasts from me, and a pair of skinny jeans are wrapped around her hips and thighs as if they've been molded to her curves.

She might be Cade's. But right now? She's mine.

A wicked smile twitches at the corner of my mouth as I imagine being the first one to take her. To take away something that Cade is expecting to be able to claim as his.

I only know the basics about this prosapia bullshit, but her needing to be a virgin for her chosen Electi is kind of obvious. In a world of chauvinistic assholes, why wouldn't they want their chosen women to only be with them while they stick it in anything that moves?

Her chest heaves as she settles back on her elbows. She stares at me with wide, hungry eyes.

I should walk away.

I should turn around and take myself out of the middle of this situation which will probably only end with me receiving another beating like Friday night.

But that's not what I'm going to do.

I've wanted Mia since that night by the lake, and like fuck am I going to screw it up a second time, especially when I now know that it's going to fuck with Cade.

That motherfucker needs taking down. Even more so now I know some of the truth from Marcus.

And taking his girl? That's just step one in my plan to fuck him over until he has nothing left.

I'm going to take away everything he cares about. One by one, I'm going to take his power, his respect, his beloved status.

He doesn't deserve any of it.

And I'm going to start right here.

"Bex?" Mia whispers, dragging me from my thoughts and back to what I should be doing.

I run my eyes down the length of her body. The clothing she's hiding behind pisses me the fuck off, and I climb onto the end of her bed to rid it from her body.

My fingers brush the smooth skin of her stomach as I pop the button on her jeans before dragging them down her legs and discarding them on the floor behind me.

Her panties match her bra, and my fingers itch to rip the lace off her.

"You're too beautiful for that asshole, little mouse."

"Bex," she moans as I trail my fingertips from the waistband of her panties, up her flat stomach and between the valley of her breasts.

"This," I hiss, wrapping my fingers around the Quinctus crest that sits against her breastbone. The crest symbolizes that she belongs to him.

Her eyes widen as I pull on it.

"Bexley," she warns.

"This should be mine, not fucking his. You don't belong to him."

"But—" She swallows her argument, because I don't think she really has one.

She's got to toe the line, she knows that. Quinctus has spoken, and she has no choice but to follow through with it.

"You really want this? You want to be his?"

"No. No, I don't want to be his."

Her gasp of shock rings out around the room as I tug on the chain, forcing it to snap and fall away from her body. "Bexley, you can't—"

"Can't what? I can do what the fuck I want. I'm not scared of him, little mouse."

You should be.

I hear her words in my head, despite her lips never moving.

The sound of the metal hitting the wall somewhere behind me pierces through the silence before she squeaks in surprise when my hand wraps around her throat—although she looks anything but scared as her eyes turn almost black with desire and a flush creeps up her cheeks.

"I look much better around your throat, don't you think?"

I shift forward until my thighs are tucked between her legs, my cock brushing against her lace-covered core. Just that gentle touch is enough to have me weeping for her.

I drop down so my lips are next to her ear. "You want me to leave, little mouse? You want me to leave and let him take this from you?"

Her head thrashes back and forth in her refusal.

"You wanna be mine? You wanna give it all up to me?" My free hand skims up her side, cupping her breasts and squeezing hard enough to make her moan.

"Yes," she cries. "Yes, plea—"

She doesn't get a chance to finish that word, because my lips find hers and my tongue plunges into her mouth.

Her familiar taste explodes on my tongue, and I feel myself drowning in her like I did by the lake.

My fingers flex around her throat as I kiss her, consume her, ruin her.

I want her to remember this moment every time he tries to touch her, every time he tries to take anything from her that she's not willing to give.

And I want her to remember it when she finally manages to break the shackles he used to bind her to him.

My lungs burn when I finally break our kiss, and I drag in deep breaths as my head spins. Ripping my eyes from hers, I look at her nightstand and snatch up the scarf that's hanging from