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Elias did nothing but breathe for a few seconds. Well, breathe and stare down at me with an expression that told me he was trying to figure me out. Eventually, he asked, “What makes you think you saw the real me?”

I tore my hand off his muscles, bringing it to the wrist of the hand around my neck, pulling it off me. “Well, I didn’t see it for myself—which I am still sad about, by the way—but this.” I held his hand before my eyes, spotting the blood on his knuckles. “This is how I know.” I closed my eyes and brought that hand to my lips, kissing the blood softly.

When I let his hand go, I said, “But you didn’t answer my question. Did you fuck Dana tonight? And don’t you think for a second you can lie to me—”

“No,” he interrupted me, his hands dropping to my hips. They snuck beneath his shirt so his fingertips could dig into my skin. The one-word answer filled me with relief, and I heard myself sigh. But then he went on, “You’re aggravating. You piss me off. I hate you, but at the same time, I don’t want anyone else. I can’t even think about Dana now that I know the sounds you make.”

Elias dug his hips against me, showing me that they weren’t just words I wanted to hear. His cock had started to stir, hardening at our closeness.

“It’s been so fucking hard to stay away from you,” he whispered. “So fucking hard. All I want to do is crawl into your bed at night and fuck you until the sun comes up. It’s been so goddamned hard to keep my hands to myself at night. You sleep so soundly, Sloane. Did you know that?”

My breath caught in the back of my throat. “You watch me sleep?”

“Sometimes. When I feel the need, I sneak into your room and watch you. At first, I did it because I hated you and wanted you gone. I thought about scaring you, waking you up with my hands around your neck, choking you. I thought that’d make you leave. I wanted you gone so badly. But now… now I watch you because I want you.”

I believed him. He was telling me the truth: he watched me sleep. He’d been doing it ever since I arrived. I thought I’d dreamed of a man watching me sleep… turned out, it was just Elias barely holding himself back.

“I want you,” Elias whispered, his top half leaning down so I could feel his hot breath on my face. “I want you, and I shouldn’t. You shouldn’t be in my head. I should never have come into your room that night and…”

“Stop,” I told him, grabbing his face and bringing it down to mine. He had to bend at an awkward angle to do it, but he did it without complaint. “I don’t care about the world. I don’t care about anyone else. You and I are the same.”We belong together, cousins or not. I’d make him see that.

“If my mom knew about us, she’d throw you and your mom out.”

“She won’t know,” I whispered. “Fuck your mom. Fuck mine. Fuck the world. Let’s be bad together, Elias.” My heart beat so wildly in my chest it felt like it wanted to pop out and run away. I couldn’t ever remember being so excited for something before. I’d never wanted someone as badly as Elias. “Be bad with me.” I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his, kissing him hard, kissing him in a way I could never have kissed Jordan.

That was all he needed to hear, because after that, any hesitation on his part was gone, vanished in the blink of an eye. He moaned into the kiss, parting his lips. His tongue found its way past mine, and the second it grazed mine, every nerve in my body was alight with pleasure. My lower half grew warm, a need so primal and carnal rising up within me, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I tore my mouth off his, panting out, “Fuck me.” Begging him. Pleading. So desperate to feel him inside of me once again, for his cock to send me to another world. The need was absolute desperation, the ultimate desire. I couldn’t think straight; I couldn’t see straight. Every part of me wanted to be consumed by him.

Elias pulled his body off mine, tugging me around his car until he pushed me back against the hood. He hoisted me up, helping me to lay back on the hood, my legs dangling off. It was only because he was so damned tall that our bodies perfectly aligned.

No one was on the road. It was just us. We wouldn’t be disturbed. It didn’t even occur to me that someone from the party could drive by. Or, more likely, get stuck behind us since we were parked in the middle of the road. I didn’t care, though, and right now it was more than clear Elias didn’t, either.

There was only one thing Elias wanted, and it mirrored my desire flawlessly.

His fingers worked to undo his pants, a fire burning in the shadows of his eyes. The moon overhead shined through the opening of the tree branches over the road, giving us more than enough light. The moment he pulled out his thick, hard cock, something in me twisted, a pressure starting to grow in me from nothing other than lust.

God. I wanted this. I wanted him. There was nothing else in the world I could possibly want more. Running away that night with my mother… who knew it’d lead me here, where I was meant to be?

The rot had found itself someone else to latch onto, someone to feed from. Who was I to stop it?

I hadn’t changed into my own clothes yet, so my bare ass slid a bit on the hood as he positioned me how he wanted me. Elias forced my legs open, tugging me against him. His hands dropped to my thighs, and he held onto me as his hips pushed into me.

His cock knew where to go, like it had a mind of its own. It entered me as his hips moved, spearing me right there on the hood of the car, filling me up in a way that intensified every sensation coursing through my body.

And then he started to rock those hips, dragging that cock in and out of me in a quick, hard rhythm that immediately brought me to the brink.

I thought it had felt good that night he’d tried to teach me a lesson. I didn’t know it was possible to feel even better—but that’s exactly how I felt right then. Perfect. Lost in pleasure, my heart beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. Elias’s cock filled me up just right. No pain this time, not even the glimmer of it.

Since we weren’t home and there was no need to be silent, I let Elias know just how amazing he felt with moans and whimpers, all sounds that suddenly came naturally to me. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling of him inside me.

“You feel so fucking good,” Elias murmured between grunts as he thrust his cock deep into me. “So tight. I want you to look at me when I’m fucking you, Sloane.” One of his hands left my thighs, reaching for my neck and holding onto it in a firm, possessive display that made me open my eyes and look at him. The expression on his handsome face was twisted with the shadows of the night, alight only by the headlights from the car.

He was a god. He was everything I’d never known I’d needed. He was made for me in every single way.

And so I watched him, unable to take my eyes off him while he fucked me against the hood of his car. The hand around my neck never wavered, never loosened. Elias kept a good, stiff hold on me as his cock fucked me into oblivion. I memorized the lines on his jaw, the dark stubble lining it. I memorized everything about him, tucking the details away in my head so I’d be able to recall this night perfectly, even when I was alone.

“You’re mine, Sloane,” Elias groaned out, his eyelids narrowed into slits as he watched me take his cock like a good girl. “Mine. No one else gets to wet their dick in you. Not Jordan. No one.” His top half leaned over me, his voice a haggard, breathless whisper when he added, “You will not say another word to that asshole. Got it?” His hand tightened around my neck, as if he could choke me into submission.

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