Page 65 of The Favorite Girl

But before I could finish my sentence, Bradley gripped my face between his palms and slammed his lips to mine. Kissing me in a sweet yet possessive way, my heart pounded as I held his arms.

Moving me toward his bed, he helped unzip my dress. “Are you sure, Demi?” he asked me as I shimmied out of my dress, suddenly feeling even more vulnerable in nothing but the lace lingerie that I was forced to wear.

“Yes. I’ve never been so sure about something in my life. And for the first time in my life, I’m getting to choose.” Bradley nodded and unbuttoned his shirt before removing his pants. I could feel my cheeks warm as I looked at his muscular body. He had perfectly carved abs, his arms were strong and defined. I looked down as he came up to me and unhooked my bra.

My arms immediately shot up to cover my breasts. This wasn’t how I pictured this moment to go. But given my other option of Conrad Ivory raping me in front of his parents and random people, this was a scene right out of a damn romance novel.

I awkwardly moved to his bed, sitting down and then adjusting myself so I’d be on his pillow. He crawled into bed with me, and I turned toward him.

“Bradley, will you take the contacts out?” I asked with slight awkwardness. His forehead creased as he curiously looked at me.

Sliding his finger into his eyes, he gently took his contacts out and revealed a beautiful shade of light brown.

“Is the blonde your real hair color?” I asked as he stared into my eyes.

“No, it’s dark brown.”

“Why do they make you do this? This blonde hair, green-eye obsession? Isn’t Mrs. Ivory a brunette, too?”

“Yes, but they don’t care. Ian is obsessive-compulsive with everything, and this is something that would kill him. He needs his home to be a specific way. He’s obsessed with the idea of perfection. It is thought that green eyes are demonic. Evil, really. That the green-eyed demon is superior than the black-eyed demon. I mean witches, monsters, demons all possess green eyes historically. They are wicked.”

I shook with chills. Ian Ivory wanted to live a wicked, demonic life. “I love your eyes.” I immediately looked away.

“Demi, I love everything about you. I loved your curly black hair. I love the way you never listen and talk way too much. I love that… I love that even when you’ve seen nothing but horror, there’s still hope inside those stunning brown eyes.”

He moved closer and his warm, minty breath grazed my skin. “You’re absolutely sure?” His fingers traced my abdomen, sending goosebumps everywhere.

I leaned in and kissed Bradley. His lips were so soft against mine, and everything around me blurred. I closed my eyes and didn’t see the holy room, or Conrad attacking an innocent girl. For the first time in a long time, I just felt peace.

I didn’t have the luxury of time. Bradley was leaving in the morning, so this was it. He took my panties off, then his briefs. He kissed me back intimately before parting my legs.

“I’m going to put my finger inside you first,” he said lowly, doing exactly what he had said.

I started to moan and make sounds I couldn’t control as he rubbed my clitoris. It feels so good.

“Demi, we don’t have much time before someone starts looking for us.” Bradley began to kiss my neck. I knew he was feeling guilty that this was such an absurd request, simply because I didn’t want my first time to be an act of violence.

Spreading my legs farther apart, I clutched Bradley’s arms and pulled him closer as he slowly slid inside me.

Okay, now this didn’t feel so good. Fuck, it hurt. He was going so slow as if he were terrified to break me.

Clenching my eyes shut, I held my breath.

“Just breathe, Dem,” he whispered as I released the breath of air I was holding, and before I knew it, he was completely inside me. Slowly pushing in and out, he leaned in and kissed me, distracting me from the initial uncomfortable sensation before finally, it started to feel pleasurable.

This moment was the first time in my entire life that I was happy.

“You’re so beautiful, Demi,” he moaned into my neck. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“I’ve never been better, Bradley.” I closed my eyes and memorized this feeling and this entire experience.

I dug my nails into his back as warmth washed over me and my toes curled. Letting out a small cry, my back arched as Bradley finished.

“Wow…” I breathed out as he collapsed beside me.

Immediately turning his head, he looked worried. “Are you okay?”

I bit my bottom lip, not able to conceal the laughter that escaped my lips. “You don’t have to keep asking me that. I’m better than okay.” I paused. “Bradley, thank you for giving me the most beautiful moment and now memory of my life.”

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