by Caitlyn Dare
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 the handle.
"What are you—fuck, Bex," she cries in a panic, trying to squirm out of my hold. But I'm a hell of a lot stronger than her, and in less than a minute she finds herself with her hands over her head and bound to the bed.
Crawling down her body, I wrap my fingers around her ankles and tug until her restraint pulls tight.
So fucking beautiful. And all mine.
Reaching forward, I undo the clasp holding her bra together and allow it to fall to the sides, exposing her breasts and rosy pink nipples to me.
"Fuck, little mouse."
"Bexley," she squeals when I wrap my lips around one and pull it deep into my mouth.
Her back arches as I tease the bud with my tongue before sinking my teeth into her skin.
"Oh my God," she cries, fighting against her restraints.
"That hurt, little mouse?" I ask once I've released her with a pop. "Try watching that motherfucker pretend you're his."
I don't give her a chance to respond. I don't need her words, anyway. I need her gasps of pleasure and pleas for more.
I repeat my previous action on the other sides before ensuring that I pay every inch of her breasts some attention. I kiss, suck, and bite every bit of flesh until she's begging for me and her perfect tits are covered in my marks.
My lip splits open once more, and her sweetness mixes with the unmistakable copper taste of my own blood. I can't help but smile, my chest puffing out in pride when I pull back and take in my handiwork, my teeth marks, hickies, and blood covering her chest, showing Cade motherfucking Kingsley that she's not his.
"Too fucking beautiful," I muse.
Lowering myself down her body, I ignore the screaming pain that shoots through my ribs and down what used to be my prize-winning arm.
But the pain pales in significance to the woman beneath me.
I nip my way down to her panties, and the second I wrap my busted fingers around the lace, I rip them clean from her body.
"Fuck, little mouse. So fucking pretty." I run my finger over her smooth mound.
"Oh God," she murmurs, her eyes squeezing closed as her cheeks burn bright red.
"Eyes," I demand, and immediately hers fly open.
She swallows nervously as our gaze holds.
"Anyone ever—"
"No," she breathes.
"Good. You'll have no choice but to remember this, then."
I swallow down the cry of agony that wants to rip from my throat as I lie on my stomach, my face right in front of her pussy. Her scent fills my nose, and my cock aches to sink inside her tightness.
"Bexley," she moans when I blow a stream of air down her slit. “More. Please."
"Trust me, little mouse. It's going to be memorable."
I lean forward, but I don't go for her pussy. Not yet, anyway.
Instead, I latch onto the softness of her thigh and suck until I know I've broken the skin.
She thrashes about beneath me, but I don't let up. Instead, I do it over and over until her thighs look much like her breasts with my signature all over them.
"Bexley," she almost sobs, but I know it's not with pain. It's with desire; her pussy is so fucking slick for me.
"Ready?"
"Oh God, I don't—argh," she cries as I suck her clit into my mouth. "Holy shit," she screams, making me wonder if anyone is out in the communal areas listening to this.
I smile at the thought, because she's cried out my name enough for them to know it's not Kingsley dragging this much pleasure out of her.
Teasing her clit, I alternate between flicking her with the tip and gently licking over her with my tongue flattened.
Her hips lift from the bed as she seeks more, and her arms tug so hard on the scarf I've tied her with I wonder how she's still bound at all.
"More?" I growl against her, letting her feel the vibration of my voice.
"Yes, yes."
Lifting my hand, I circle her entrance with one finger, dipping inside her until my first knuckle, loving the feeling of her muscles trying to tug me deeper.
"Who do you belong to, little mouse?" I growl.
"Bexley," she cries as I sink my finger deep inside her tight pussy.
As good as hearing my name fall from her lips is, it’s not the answer I quite wanted.
"Who do you belong to, Mia?"
"You, Bexley. You."
"Right fucking answer."
I go back to her clit and suck hard as I slip another finger inside her and search out her g-spot.
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p; I know the second I find it because she cries out, her hips thrusting from the bed.
"Come for me, little mouse. Give me everything," I demand, and after two seconds she shatters.
"Bexley," she screams as she falls over the edge, her entire body quivering as pleasure surges through her.
Her juices run down my hand, and I drop lower to lap them all up, needing everything she can give me.
Fuck, this girl.
I don't release her until she's come back down, and when I sit up and look at her, I can't wipe the smile off my face.
She looks fucking perfect covered in my marks, covered in a sheen of sweat and her cheeks and neck flushed with pleasure.
My heart races and my mouth waters for more. My cock aches, straining against my zipper, desperate to sink deep inside her and make sure I brand myself on the inside as well as the out like I already have.
But as much as I might want to, today is not the day.
I have a feeling she's going to need another reminder of whom she really belongs to in the future.
"This isn't the end, little mouse," I say, crawling from the bed and taking a huge step back before I throw caution to the wind and take what I need.
"Bexley, no." She tries to sit up, but she can't with her hands bound to the headboard.
Pulling my cell from my pocket, I open the camera.
"Smile, little mouse. Make sure Kingsley knows how much you enjoyed being my little whore."
Her chin drops as tears fill her eyes.
"What?" I ask innocently, lowering my cell once more. "I thought you knew this was all a game. And guess what." She continues to stare at me in disbelief. "I'm going to fucking win."
Without a second thought, I rip my eyes away from her and pull the door open, storming through it and not giving a thought to anyone who could be outside until it's too late.
16
Mia
I barely sleep a wink. My skin burns with Bexley’s marks.
He branded me.
That asshole marked me, knowing Cade would see.
And I let him.
Gah. I really shouldn’t have done that. But the second he moved closer and touched me, I knew how it would end. I just hadn’t anticipated him discarding me so easily.
It hurt.
It hurt a lot, but I knew he was only pissed because Cade has the one thing Bexley wants more than anything.
Me.
God, it felt so good when he went down on me, kissing and licking my pussy. I’ve never let anyone touch me like that, and now I know how good it can be with Bexley, I don’t want to let anyone else.
Especially not Cade.
Crap, Cade.
He’s on his way over right now.
After being MIA all day yesterday, he finally texted me late last night telling me he would see me this morning for breakfast.
“Dammit.” I throw down the broken necklace and let out an exasperated breath.
I’ve been trying to fix the clasp for the last thirty minutes, but it’s no use. Bexley wrenched it too hard and the dainty mechanism is beyond repair.
A loud knock at my door startles me, and I cuss Cade out under my breath. He couldn’t have been late on the one morning I’m covered in love bites with my Electi pendant necklace in tatters.
Then a thought hits me. I scramble off the chair and hurry over to my dresser, rummaging through the ornate jewelry box located there.
“Bingo.” I fish out an old necklace my mom gave me. The chain is slightly tarnished, but it’s better than nothing. Making quick work of switching the pendants, I secure it around my neck and stuff the broken one in the box.
“Just a second,” I call when Cade knocks again. I can practically sense his impatience.
King Cade waits for no one.
I open the door just as he’s raising his fist to knock again.
“Are you always this impatient?” I ask.
“Only when it’s you.” He smirks, frowning at my turtleneck sweater. “Interesting choice.”
“What?” Heat sears me inside out as I shrug. “It’s cute.”
It has capped sleeves and a cropped hemline, so isn’t entirely inappropriate for a warm day.
He studies me for a moment, letting his dark eyes drift down my body in a lazy perusal. When they lift back to mine, his smirk is even more wolfish. “You’re right, it is cute.” Cade leans in and kisses my cheek. “I missed you yesterday.”
Rolling my eyes, I brush him off. “Of course you did. Where were you?”
“Electi stuff,” he replies cryptically. “Tomorrow is the next test.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? That’s all you have to say? You disappoint me, babe. Especially after how concerned you seemed about Bexley the other night.”
“I would have been concerned about whoever was in the pit with you.” I school my expression.
“You’re a terrible liar, Mia. But it doesn’t matter. You’re my prosapia, my girl.” He steps forward, putting us chest to chest, and plucks one of my curls between his fingers. “Your pussy is mine.”
“Do you speak to all your whores like this, or am I special?”
“Oh babe, you’re as special as they come.” He pulls sharply, sending a bolt of pain through my skull. My eyes burn but I refuse to cry, swallowing down the rush of anger.
“We should go.”
“Or we could stay and fool around…”
“Cade.” My throat dries. This cannot be happening. He cannot choose today of all days to try to progress our relationship. If he so much as sees even a glimpse of my chest or thighs, he’ll know my secret. And he’ll use it to destroy Bexley even more than he has already.
“You want to please me, don’t you, Mia?” His fingers trail down my cheek and lightly grip my jaw. “I could make you feel so fucking good.”
“There are rules.”
“Fuck the rules. You’re mine to do what I want with. And if I want to ruin your good girl image, I will.” His hand slips to my throat, making my breath catch. “Scared, prosapia?”
His deadly words caress my face.
“Of you? Never.” My eyes narrow, anger licking at my spine. Everything inside screams at me to fight back. To knee him in the balls and run. But I know it’ll only make things worse. Besides, my father always taught me that the best defense is a good offense. I need to bide my time and figure out my play.
“Ash is right.” Amusement glitters in Cade’s dark gaze. “Kitty has claws.”
I press my lips together, refusing to play this game with him. The back and forth. The cat and mouse chase.
Instead, I give him a taste of his own medicine. Leaning up on my tiptoes, I let my lips hover dangerously close to Cade’s. He goes deathly still as I linger there. “If we want to make breakfast, we should go.” I make sure my lips skate across his before turning away to grab my backpack.
But when I turn back around, his eyes are firmly on my chest. “Your necklace,” he says thinly. “What happened?”
“It got tangled up in my hair, and when I tried to pull it free, the clasp broke.” The lie rolls off my tongue with ease. “I found another chain to wear instead until I get it fixed.”
His eyes narrow a fraction, but then his expression softens. “So long as you’re wearing the pendant, it’s all good.”
“So Neanderthal.” I roll my eyes and step to move around him, but Cade grabs my hips and shoves me up against the wall.
“Don’t ever forget who you belong to, Mia.” He all but growls the words. “This, me and you, it’s done.” He leans down, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You can keep fighting me, keep pretending that it isn’t going to happen, but honestly, it only gets me hard.” He snags my wrist and pushes my hand down to the bulge in his jeans. “Feel what you do to me. Every. Single. Time.”
A shudder rolls through me, and it isn’t a good one.
“Keep pushing, and you won’t like what happens. Don’t forget that.” He smirks. “Now be a good girl and
kiss me like you mean it.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue plunging past my lips and curling around my own. I have two choices: bite him, hard, and seal my fate right here, or submit.
I will my body to go lax and open up to him. Everything about the kiss is wrong. His mouth is too eager, his tongue too forceful… and he doesn’t taste like Bexley.
God, Bexley.
If he saw me like this, I wonder what he would do. Would he rip Cade off me and beat him to a bloody mess, or would he walk on by and leave me to my fate?
Cade grinds his hips into me, letting me know just how much he enjoys forcing himself on me.
Perverted asshole.
A guy who can have any girl he wants, and this is what gets him off.
But I guess to guys like Cade, there’s something rare and unknown about the chase, about acquiring the untouchable—because they never experience it.
He presses me into the wall, letting his hands glide up my waist and dip under my sweater top. Warm fingers toy with my skin, trying to elicit the same desire in me as I spark in him. But he’ll be trying forever.
A door slamming out in the hall startles him, and he finally breaks away.
“Fuck,” he hisses, running a hand over his cock. “Taking you for the first time is going to be so fucking sweet, Mia. Tonight, there’s this dinner.”
“Dinner? What dinner?”
“So inquisitive,” he teases. “A car will pick you up at seven. Don’t be late, Mia. It’s important you’re there.”
“I know my place, Cade.” My body trembles with anger, but I manage to force a smile.
“I’m sure you do, my prosapia.” He leans in, kissing my cheek. “My queen.”
Another shudder rolls down my spine. “Now let’s go before, I break the rules and fuck you right here.”
I glare at him before shoving past him.
I don’t need telling twice.
We meet the others for breakfast, in some secret dining room that seems far too big for the six of us. Tim is nowhere to be seen.
“What is this place?” I ask.
“Why, it’s our private eating quarters,” Ashton mocks.
“You’re such an asshole,” I retort, earning me snickers from Channing and Brandon. Sasha nudges me under the table and mouths, “Nice one.”
