Tarnished Crown (Gravestone Elite #2) by Caitlyn Dare (top inspirational books TXT) 📗

keeps her eyes on the floor, not wanting to give anything away about the two of us. But if Cade's proved anything over the past few weeks, it's that he knows exactly what's going on under his nose, so I wouldn't be surprised that he's already aware that nothing's changed between the two of us.

"Hell yes," Brook shrieks, her voice like nails across a chalkboard, as the song changes. "Turn it up, let's dance."

It seems that either Sasha is so wasted that she doesn't care or that the stepsisters have called a temporary truce, because the pair of them climb up on the coffee table and start grinding away to the beat.

"Shake that ass, Sis," Ash says, resting back on the couch, enjoying the view.

Sick fuck.

I don't pay them any attention, but I keep my eyes on Mia while Cade is distracted with Brook, the woman who he really should be with. They’re a match made in hell.

I'm only aware that things are escalating when her shirt hits me in the face. Glancing up, I find them both now dancing in their underwear, but if the way Brook is going, that's not going to last much longer either.

"Oh shit," Sasha squeals before she loses her footing and tumbles from the table. Thankfully, Brandon is only a few feet away and just about manages to catch her before she faceplants the floor and breaks her nose.

"I'm taking her to bed," he says, throwing her over his shoulder, her body limp in his hold.

"I'll come help. See you later," Mia says, twisting to Cade and dropping a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Things only get more intense once they've left. Before long, the doorbell rings and we're joined by a few girls I vaguely recognize. Only, I think the last time I saw them, they were dressed as French maids.

Cade immediately makes the most of Mia's disappearance and drags one of them over to the corner while Ashton's eyes light up as two of them make a beeline for him.

"Whoa, you started the party without me?" Brandon says when he reappears, looking offended. He soon joins in with Ash, ripping one of the girls’ shirts open and immediately sucking on her nipples.

Fucking dogs.

I wait for them to become fully distracted before I slip out of the room unnoticed, telling myself that I'm just going to go to bed. But with Mia here under the same roof, I know I'm only lying to myself.

I don't bother knocking when I get to Sasha's room. Instead, I just slip inside. The lights are all off, but the moon coming through the crack in the curtains is enough to show me their sleeping forms.

Ignoring Sasha, who's passed out drooling on her pillow, I slip around the other side of the bed. Cupping Mia's cheeks in my hand, I lower my lips to hers.

I need her so fucking badly.

She moans into my kiss before her entire body tenses as she wakes. "What the—Bexley?"

"Shh… it's just me, mouse. Relax."

"W-what are you doing?" she stutters as I slip my hand under the covers and find her braless breast under her tank. "Oh God. Y-you can't be here."

"Fucking stop me," I murmur into her mouth as I push my hand lower and into her panties, taking what’s mine.

28

Mia

Bexley’s fingers slide between my folds, dipping inside of me. He swallows my moan with his teeth and tongue, kissing me like he might never get another chance.

I try to fight him off, aware of Sasha passed out on the other side of the bed. But he’s too forceful, too desperate.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, breathing the words into my mouth, forcing me to swallow them. His fingers curl deep inside me, making my body bow off the bed. It’s wrong, I know it is. But I can’t help but submit to him.

It’s Bexley.

My Bexley.

The guy I’ve fallen head over heels in love with.

I’m no longer pushing him away—I’m dragging him closer, my arms tightening around his broad shoulders.

“You might be his in name, little mouse, but I own your body. I own your fucking heart.” He spears his fingers inside me roughly, but it only fuels the desire rushing through me. My skin burns at the knowledge that my friend is laying right there while he touches me.

“I’m yours,” I breathe, drowning in sensation.

His thumb rolls over my clit in torturous circles as he continues working his fingers inside me. Moans spill from my lips in rapid succession as he pushes me closer to the edge, but he drowns each one out with his tongue.

“Come for me, Mia. Come all over my fingers.”

I shatter around him, intense waves of pleasure rolling through me. Bexley lifts himself off me slightly to bring his fingers to his mouth and suck them clean. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget me.”

His eyes are blown, wild and reckless. He’s high. The realization makes my heart ache, but he’s already clawing at my pajama shorts, pushing them over my hips and down my legs. My hands go to his jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping my hand inside. My fingers close around his long, hard cock, and he hisses quietly.

“Put it inside you,” he demands. “Now.”

I hitch my legs ever so slightly and guide him inside me. His chest rumbles as he tries to smother a groan, and my breath catches at the feel of him.

He grabs my hands in his and pins them above my head as he eases out of me and slams back inside. My lips part in a muted moan and my eyes flutter closed.

“Look at me, Mia.” He leans in, running his nose along my cheek, coaxing my eyes open. “Watch me as I ruin you for that fucker.” His hand flexes around my hip, holding me in place he fucks me mercilessly into the mattress.

“You feel so fucking good, choking my dick, Mia,” he whispers. “Like you were made for it.”

His dirty words make me gush around him.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You feel so fucking