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

if it would get both Mia and me out of this. Only, I don't think it's going to be that easy.

She's in that cunt’s clutches, and I won't give in until he's done and she’s safe.

I drop my eyes back to Cade, my jaw popping as my anger begins to boil over. My fists curl, shooting pain up my arms and forcing my blood over my hands.

"I’ll fucking kill you if you hurt her."

"Hurt? No, Easton. You've got this all wrong. It's all about pleasure." At that final word, he spears two fingers inside her. Mia's hips lift at the intrusion and she cries out for him to stop. Which, of course, he totally ignores.

"You know it feels good, babe. Now be a good girl and let’s show Easton how it's done."

I lift my eyes from where his fingers are moving against her clit, and they lock on to her dark ones.

Tears spill down her cheeks as she accepts her fate.

"I'm sorry," she mouths to me. My jaw tenses so hard I swear I'm about to crack a tooth or two.

I pull at my restraints once more. I already know they're not going to release me, but I can't not try. Although, I soon stop when Channing presses a little harder on the knife.

"Do as you’re told, initium."

Sucking in a deep breath, I continue to hold Mia's eyes, trying to silently tell her that it's okay, that it'll be over quicker if she just complies. Even if it’s all a lie.

A sob racks her body as she must read my eyes, but she begins to relax and allows Cade to do his worst. It fucking slays me, witnessing her come apart under his touch, but I've got little choice but to watch as he builds her higher.

Her nails that were clawing at his forearm to make him stop lose their ferocity as she starts to fall and her eyelids begin to drop as she succumbs to the pleasure.

I force myself back to her dorm room, to when I put that look on her face. I remember exactly how she tastes, exactly how she felt as she came apart against my face, and I distinctly remember the noises that ripped past her lips as she fell.

He murmurs something in her ear and she violently thrashes her head back and forth, but it's too late, she's too close. Not a second later does her body lock up as he pushes her over the edge.

"So fucking beautiful. I knew you wanted me, babe." He lifts his hand from her and pushes two fingers into his mouth. "And so fucking sweet. Next time I'm drinking straight from the source."

"Get the hell off me," she screams. For some reason he must comply, because she jumps from his lap and, without a second glance in my direction, flees from the room, leaving only the echo of the slamming door in her wake.

"Molly, baby. Get over here and suck my cock."

"Jesus, fuck," I mutter to myself. "Are you for real?" I ask him.

He shrugs, as if letting another woman blow you right after your chosen one has run from the room is okay.

"You're not going to get away with this."

"Watch. Me." He tears his eyes from me and widens his legs as Molly settles herself between them. She wastes no time in running her hands up his thighs and going for his waistband.

"Get them fucking out of here. I won't party with initium watching," he spits. Thankfully, Channing removes the knife from my throat and instead uses it against my wrists.

"Don't do anything fucking stupid," he warns as I pull my aching limbs around to my front and inspect the damage.

"Why? Do we leave all that to him?" I spit.

"He's in charge. We do as he says."

"He's a fucking power-hungry cunt."

Channing shrugs but neither affirms nor denies my statement.

"Alex, let's go." I storm over to where he's still fucking the whore and physically drag him off of her before gathering up his clothes and pushing him out of the room, much to his disapproval if his slurred diatribe is anything to go by.

My eyes lock on the staircase, and I wonder if that's where Mia has fled to, or if she was sensible and left the building. I know what I'd do if I were her. It's exactly what I want to do now: run and never return. But we both know we can't.

“Put some fucking clothes on, or I'm taking you back like that," I warn Alex, who thankfully has come to some kind of sense and, after stumbling around and using the wall for support, finally drags his pants up his legs.

"Let's go. You need to sleep that shit off."

Unsurprisingly, Alex passed out on the drive back to campus, and I didn't have the energy to find his key and dump him in his own room so I took him back to mine and threw him into my bed.

I already knew I wouldn't be making use of it. I was wired and had too many thoughts and concerns spinning around in my head to fall asleep.

After showering, I wrapped up my wrists and pulled on a clean pair of sweats and a shirt before slumping in my desk chair to torture myself with the events of the night.

I must have managed to drift off at some point, because a voice startles me and I sit bolt upright on the chair, having had my head resting on my arms on the desk.

"Where the fuck—Bex?"

I glance over at my disorientated friend. If the situation weren't so dire, I might laugh at the look on his face. But as it is, I can't find the humor in any of it.

"Morning. How good is your memory?"

"I remember the food, it tasted like shit. And then… then nothing…"

"Jesus fucking Christ." I scrub my hand down my face, already dreading having to repeat the details.

He's going to be fucking mortified.

20

Mia

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Sasha hovers over me with