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

gasp fills the air. “That’s different, and you know it.” What Cade did to me was against my will. I didn’t want it. I hated every second of it.

Except… I didn’t.

Shame burns through me.

“You came like a good little whore, Mia. All over his fingers.”

“How dare you…” I tremble as I back up, but Bexley prowls toward me like a predator tracking its prey. My heart gallops in my chest, fear flooding my veins. Bexley won’t physically hurt me, my head knows that, but my heart is already bruised from his cruel words.

My back hits the wall, and there’s nowhere left to go. Bexley looms over me, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. He’s furious.

Well, that makes two of us.

He reaches around me and locks the door.

“What are you doing?” My voice wobbles.

“You really think I’m like him?”

“Do you care?”

“Mia…” he warns, and I press my lips together in defiance.

“You want me to be like Kingsley?” His hands slide into my hair and winds it around his fists, making my scalp pinch. I swallow the cry building in my throat and narrow my eyes.

“Little mouse, didn’t you know you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean. It’s mean. And mean girls get punished.” He yanks me down, pushing me until I’m on my knees at his feet.

His other hand snaps his belt and frees his cock. It’s hard and ready. And I know I should be pissed, I know I should lean forward and bite the goddamn thing off, but all I feel is the sweet taste of victory.

Bexley can say we’re done, he can say he doesn’t want me, but he does. The proof is staring me right in the eyes.

“Don’t just look at it, mouse.” He fists himself, pumping a couple of times. “Suck it.”

The head is swollen, a bead of pre-cum glistening there. My tongue darts out, tasting him.

“Fuck,” Bexley rasps, and I smile with satisfaction. He thinks he’s in charge here, but I hold all the cards. And I’m going to make him kneel at my feet by the time we’re done.

My hand wraps around his shaft and I suck him into my mouth, taking him as far as I can. A garbled moan flies from his lips as I swirl my tongue around the tip again. I pump him in firm strokes as I tease and lick and suck.

“Fuck yeah.” He tries to force me over his length again, but I stand my ground, teasing him into complete submission. My hands gently cup his balls as I take him to the back of my throat again, swallowing down the urge to gag. Bexley’s clean, salty taste is addictive, and I suck him like a popsicle.

My hands slide around his thighs and find his ass, gripping firmly. I’ve never gotten past second base with anyone except Bexley, but the thought of making a guy like him come undone spurs me on to experiment and do what feels good.

“Look at me,” he commands, raggedly, and I stare up at him as I flatten my tongue against the underside of his cock and lick.

“I could blow my load just watching you.” He reaches down and cups my face, stroking my cheek. “More,” he grunts, and I go back to sucking him deep into my mouth.

I’m so turned on, I’m half-tempted to slip my hand into my panties and make myself come, but I have a mission, and I’m not about to fail.

Slipping a finger into my mouth, I make it nice and wet before sliding it against Bexley’s ass. He stiffens, grabbing my hair and tilting my face to his. “What the hell are you doing, little mouse?”

“I’ve heard it makes you come harder.” I gently push my finger deeper, feeling his tight ring of muscle.

“You think I want to come in your mouth when I can come in your pussy?” His eyes darken as he yanks me to my feet. “Playtime is over.” Bexley lifts me up, forcing my legs around his waist. He pushes my skirt up. “Ready to be punished, mouse?” He nips my lips, smirking. But I see the affection in his gaze.

“Do you worst,” I taunt, needing him more than I need air.

Bexley lines himself up and slams inside of me, making me cry out. He covers my mouth with his big hand as he drives into me over and over, fucking me like he hates me when we both know it’s a lie.

“Fuck, I want to fuck you right out of my system.”

“Liar,” I cry, lost to the sensations, the sheer pleasure, coursing through my veins.

His eyes flicker with surprise and I smirk.

“What happened to punishing me?”

His hand slides to my throat and he squeezes. “Know what I think? I think you like it when I hurt you.”

“I like it when you fuck me.”

“Jesus.” His mouth crashes down on mine, stealing my breath, as he continues pounding into me.

“Harder,” I breathe. “More…”

“Fuck, Mia… fuck, are you close?”

I’m not, I’m too wound up. Too all up in my head.

“Tell me what you need, mouse.” Bexley peppers my mouth with tender kisses, slowing his pace, grinding into me so that his pelvis hits my clit, sending bolts of pleasure rippling through me.

“Like that,” I whisper, my head rolling back against the wall as I chase the wave building deep inside me.

My legs begin trembling as I hurtle toward the edge. “Close?” he asks again, and I smirk.

He cares.

Bexley cares so much he’d do anything right now to make sure I come first.

“Touch me.” I grab his hand and push it between our bodies, smothering a moan when his fingers find my swollen clit. My orgasm hits like a wrecking ball, slamming into me so hard I can do nothing but ride out the wave.

Bexley follows me, jerking hot ropes of cum inside me as he kisses me with long, lazy licks of his tongue.

I press my body closer, holding onto him for dear life. “Don’t ever tell me we were a mistake again.” Easing