Page 10 of Call You Mine

Wynter was there that night—she was the first thing I saw when I walked through the door—standing across the room dressed in the most fuckable dress I’d ever laid eyes on. Andtrust me, these Servite Academy girls wore nothing but the sexiest clothes they could find, making sure every single good they offered was on full display. It was hot, but sometimes I craved a little mystery.

Though with Wynter, I wanted to unravel her the moment I saw her. I still remember every detail about Wynter’s dress. Yup, it made that big of an impression. Similar to the one she’s wearing now, devoid of the dried blood stain covering the entire front.

White, glimmering, and dipped so low on the front and back, every inch of her smooth alabaster skin was on display. Her long, almost white hair hung in a sleek, straight blanket over one shoulder while a thick strand of real fucking diamonds cuffed her neck like the perfect noose, which made me want to wrap my hands around the precious jewels while she looked up at me between thick lashes as I fucked the life out of her.

Though it was the dress which had me completely mesmerized. The shimmery, jeweled fabric left nothing to the imagination, and I suddenly felt the urge to peel back the remaining layer just to see what she was keeping hidden underneath from me.

Just to see if it was worth losing myself in.

Though just when I thought I couldn’t get any more intrigued, she bent over. Bent the fuck over to pick something up off the floor when she thought no one was watching. But I was definitely watching. By this point I was fucking drooling, salivating at the sight of two round and perky cheeks appearing under the fabric of her dress, which barely covered them when she was standing.

The woman was pure fucking sex standing there like she owned the room and everyone in attendance was unworthy of her recognition. I became a madman, diligently watching her like no one else existed in the room. Wynter’s confidencewas contagious, and the elegance that exuded off her, despite her provocative outfit, was enticing as fuck. I’d never owned anything so luxurious and expensive. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to own her and watch her come apart beneath my touch.

As if she felt someone was watching her, she straightened her back and looked over her shoulder right in my direction. Two icy blue eyes gleamed as they caught mine, drawing in as they looked me up and down. She was checking me out, her eyes instantly filling with desire as she took her bottom lip between her teeth. Her tongue peaked out to wet her already glossy and plump lips, her whole body shifting toward me like it was being tugged by a magnetic force she couldn’t resist.

I was taken aback by how much I wanted her. It might have been the alcohol coursing through my veins—I’m pretty sure it was given the almost entire bottle of whiskey I’d consumed—but it felt like if I didn’t have her, I’d fucking explode.

I remember thinkinghow was it possible I had never realized how incredibly sexy she was?

But I knew the reason the morning after when I woke up with her naked body twisted underneath mine. My cock, once again hard and throbbing at the mere sight of her, pressed against her bare pussy while her arms wrapped lazily around my neck. The hazy memories of what we’d done played over in my mind like an old film. The way her exquisite body fit perfectly beneath me, her taut nipples which ached to be sucked, and the taste of her arousal still lingered on my tongue.

Though the clearest image was that of my hands wrapped around her neck as I vigorously thrusted into her, demanding her to lose control. Her screams begged me for more, all while her tight cunt clenched around my cock as she came for me. I found my release almost instantly with her and it felt so fucking perfect to lose control for just a moment.

The way her body vibrated against mine, our chests heaving up and down in sync, breathless and on the verge of collapsing. It was the most beautiful sight. Intoxicating and mesmerizing, forever ingrained in my memory.

Although it was the best night of my fucking life, the alcohol which clouded my memory had worn off and in its place was a raging headache and the burning feeling of regret. It was her last name that made me immune to her good looks when I was in control of my own senses. Now it had all become so fucking clear.

Luckily, she felt the same way.

There was still something about her I couldn’t stay away from. Even though we swore no one would ever find out and we’d never repeat it, something about her spoke deeply to something inside me. We were complete opposites—two beings born on different planets, living two distinct realities—yet our bodies and minds spoke the same language.

A language only the two of us understood.

When I was with Scar, I fell for how easily we could talk to each other, how much we had in common, but that was the problem, the root of our incompatibility. We were the same. Our temperaments were too similar, our need to be in control, making us fight each other consistently for it.

It wasn’t until we broke things off for good that I realized she was right. I behaved like a selfish, scorned lover, making things awkward as fuck for the rest of our group of friends, but in reality, it was the fact I was too damn proud to admit she wasn’t for me.

However, when Wynter woke up naked in bed beside me—her flushed skin still heated by the fire she’d ignited inside me—I wanted nothing more than to extinguish it before it consumed me. History would have repeated itself because the reasonWynter and Scarlett never got along was because they were too similar.

I wouldn’t make that mistake again. I couldn’t.

Like I said, luckily Wynter Servite felt the same.The Stone-Cold Ice Princesswas back once the lustful fog that surrounded us cleared and she no longer had a problem admitting how much of a fuckup sleeping with me was. We were from two different worlds and I was beneath her. I belonged on my knees at her feet, and I was too fucking proud to go there again.

However, the version of Wynter currently standing in front of me not only looks fucking breathtaking in the silver minidress, which also leaves nothing to the imagination, despite the large blood stain covering the entirety of her stomach. Her white hair now slightly longer, is a tattered mess on her head, and despite the purple bruise appearing under her eye, and cut on her lip, it’s the worried expression she’s worn since the moment I caught sight of her that has me on edge.

Fear looks terrifying on a beautiful face.

This version of her is the one I became friends with.

After that night, we realized there was something that kept bringing us together. An outside force beyond our control that kept pulling us in the same direction and putting us in each other's paths. We couldn’t stay away despite how hard we tried. It was then we agreed we’d never fall victim to repeating the mistake of that night, but we’d keep in contact. We’d text, she’d come over and we’d sit together, neither one of us really talking, just needing each other's company.

It wasn’t until she left right after graduation that things changed yet again. When she went radio silent for so long, I thought it was the end of our alliance. Sometime after she finally texted me and it was like we picked up right where we left off. Though I always felt like she was hiding something, only comingback to Hillcrest a few times over the last three years, but when she did, she’d come and see me and it was like she never left.

Of course, no one ever knew about our friendship. They wouldn’t understand it. Sometimes I didn't have a clue what we were doing.

We take twenty minutes to arrive at the hotel she’s staying at, which doesn't even come close to what the nameThe Royal Innsuggests. No, this piece of shit motel, hidden in the furthest corner of the Hillcrest Hills city limits, is a rundown, dirty, and vermin infested building surely creeping with prostitutes, addicts, and gang members. I should know, I’ve stayed here a time or ten.

“This is where you’re staying?” I ask, bewildered by the sights before me. This isn’t a hotel, it’s a cheap rundown motel crawling with cockroaches.

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