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

Jagger.

“He wasn’t like the rest of us. He and his brothers came from the rough side of town. But he caught Remi’s eye, and I just didn’t get it. She’d never once returned my interests and yet she was falling over herself for a jumped-up asshole like Jagger. It was the final straw. I started losing control until I… I messed up. Really fucking messed up.”

“We all make mistakes, Bexley,” I offer when I see the regret shining in his eyes.

“Yeah, well that mistake cost me my entire future.” He rubs at the scar along his shoulder.

“I remember, you came to Gravestone High still wearing a bandage.”

He nods. “It was the worst few weeks of my life. My parents practically disowned me, shipping me off to live with an uncle I’d never met in some strange-as-fuck town…” he inhales a sharp breath. “If only I knew then what I know now.”

“Would you have run?”

“You can’t ask me that.” His eyes shutter.

“Why not?”

“Because… fuck, Mia. I hate this. I hate Cade and all the Quinctus, Electi bullshit. But I met you…” He cups my face and lets his thumb brush my lips. “And I’m not sure I can ever be sorry for that.”

“Bex…”

He kisses me, slow and sure, his tongue tangling with mine. Liquid lust floods my veins as I rub the length of my body against his.

“Mia, we should stop. I need to go before campus becomes too busy.”

“We have time,” I purr, hitching my leg around his waist, feeling the hard outline of his erection.

“Jesus, little mouse,” he drops his lips to my collarbone, “maybe I underestimated you.”

“I want you.” I stare into his eyes, hoping that he can see how much I need him. “I want to pretend for a little longer.”

He inhales a ragged breath, his hooded gaze dropping to my lips. And then he’s on me, hard, brushing kisses that turn my knees weak and send shivers down my spine.

Bexley rolls me on top of him with a smirk. “You want to play, mouse? Let’s play.”

God, his words do things to me. Dark, dirty things. I whimper as his hands slide under my t-shirt and finds my breasts. He plucks my nipples, squeezing and kneading my skin in a way that has me writhing above him.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, lifting his hips to make his cock bump my clit.

“I need you inside me,” I moan, lost to the sensations he’s stirring within me.

Taking my hand, he grasps his length between our bodies and says, “Up you go.”

I rise on my knees slightly and let him hook my panties to the side so he can slide himself through my wet folds.

“Fuuuuck,” he hisses as I slowly sink down on it. It stings at first, but pain quickly gives way to pleasure and he feels so good I think I might die.

“You feel incredible.” He cups the back of my neck and pulls me down to kiss him. Our teeth smash together as our tongues fight for dominance as he begins thrusting inside me. I rock back and forth, finding a steady pace. But it isn’t enough. I need more… I want Bexley to imprint himself on my soul.

“Fuck, Mia, I need you to move.” He grabs my hips and begins moving me in the way he likes. He looks so good, sprawled out beneath me, all tan skin and muscle.

He pushes my t-shirt up my body to lick and suck my breasts, painting my skin with his teeth and tongue.

“You’re mine, Mia.” He fists my hair at the nape of my neck and pulls my face to his. “Whatever happens from here on out, you’re mine.”

I want to believe him, I do. But I can’t see a way for that to become reality. Not with Cade at every turn.

All worries melt away as pleasure rises inside me as Bexley fucks me fast and hard. His fingers grip me a little too tight and he kisses me a little too rough, but I know it’s because he feels it too. Time is running out for us. All we have is this moment…

And who knows when we might get another.

23

Bexley

"Can't we just stay here all day? It's the weekend, no classes. We don't even have to leave your bed," I suggest as I reluctantly pull my clothes on after another shower where very little actual cleaning went on.

"We can't," Mia says sadly, being the voice of reason. "You know as well as I do, I'm not going to be able to hide forever. The fact that I wasn't summoned yesterday is a shock in itself."

I nod at her, running my hand through my wet hair as I watch her brush hers.

"This fucking blows," I groan, feeling totally out of sorts at the thought of leaving her to wait for Cade and whatever sick games he might have in store for her.

My fists curl as I watch her.

"I'll be okay, I promise." Her eyes lock with mine in the mirror, and she gives me a small smile that in no way makes me believe her words.

She might think she can hold her own, but the reality is that I don't think anyone can do that when it comes to Kingsley.

Ripping my eyes from hers, I find her cell sitting on her nightstand and I march over.

"What are you doing?"

I tap away, ignoring her question.

"If he does anything, tries anything… If you need me…" I flash her the screen with my number. "Call me. Yeah?"

She nods, but I fear it's only to appease me.

"Kitty Cat?" she asks, walking over and taking her cell off me.

"You're my little mouse, I can be your cat." I wink before a smile curls at my lips.

"You're a goof. Come here." Her tiny hands slide up my chest until her arms rest over my shoulders and she reaches up on her tiptoes so she can kiss me.

"I'll miss you," she murmurs against my lips. My