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I shrug my shoulders. “Probably. But when it comes to you, Lexi, I never want to be cured. I’mnevergiving you up. The sheer thought of not having you makes me insane. You own every piece of me… just as I own you.”

Please don’t disappoint me, Lexi. Get there.

Her hands slide to my pecs, one hand resting over my heart. “If you’re sick, then I am, too. I should be appalled by your confession, not turned on.” Her breath hitches. “I should be disgusted that I’ve fallen so deeply for the man I despised at first saw him. The man who is my stepbrother and professor.”

She shakes her head, chestnut locks tumbling over her shoulders. “I’ve fallen so deeply into you that I don’t know how to extract myself. Nor do I want to.”

I lift the mask so she can see my face. “I love you with every sick, deranged piece of me. You belong to me, just as I belong to you.”

“Evan.” Moisture coats her eyes before she slams her lips against mine. My hands slide to her ass, squeezing it as I cage her body with mine.

Tilting her head, I devour her lips, breathing my life into her. The way she looks, sounds, tastes, and feels is imprinted inside my tarnished soul.

I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My lips seal over hers, promising her with my kiss that I’ll always belong to her.

There is no till death do us part. I’ll chase her through hell for all eternity.

CHAPTER 51

Evan

Icarry Lexi through my bedroom door, tossing her onto the bed.

Then I’m on her, pressing her into the mattress, my hand wrapping around her throat.

“I’m aware you feared you were abnormal that you were so turned on while watching Ghostface in the movies. But you didn’t want to be stabbed with a knife, did you, bellissima?”

“N-No,” she whimpers, wiggling against me.

“That’s right. You wanted to be stabbed by a big, hard, throbbing cock. One that slams into your dripping pussy, pounding you into the mattress until he fills you with his come. And he’d be overwhelmed by so much lust, he’d never dream of killing you. Not when he’s obsessed with having you every fucking day of his life.”

She whimpers. “Yes. Please, Evan.”

“Please what, bellissima? Fuck you until your sweet juices soak my cock and drip from my balls?” I apply more pressure to her neck, my lips inches from her. “Make you come so hard you feel like you’re gonna pass out before I fill up that beautiful pussy with my cum?”

“Jesus. Please stop torturing me. I want you. I want everything you can give me.”

I chuckle, my mouth moving to her ear as my other hand slides down her body, teasing her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. “Do you think you deserve everything I can give you? Especially after you fucked yourself with that fucking vibrator.” My teeth clench together. “Dwayne will never satisfy you like I do.”

She smirks at me, defiance flashing in her eyes. “That’s what you get for edging me, asshole. You could’ve satisfied me before you left.”

“Yesss… I could have.” I lift her cami, exposing the soft flesh of her torso. I tease her, feeling her shudder. “But you needed to be punished for misbehaving.”

My hand slowly glides down her panties, smiling as she opens her legs wider. “Good girls get all the pleasure they want.” I press my thumb against her clit, and she whimpers.

“I’ll be a good girl for you.”

My eyebrows raise skeptically, the mask perched on top of my head. “Then why did you fuck your hungry pussy with the toy you call Dwayne?”

She moves her hips against my hand, and I still, shaking my head. “Ah, ah, ah,” I taunt, slapping her pussy. “I didn’t say you could move. Remain still, or I’ll stop.”

She whines but does as I instruct.

“Now, I’m gonna need you to tell me who the hell this pussy belongs to.” My grip tightens, cutting off her air as I give her a warning glare. “And it better not be fucking Dwayne.”

I loosen my grip so she can answer.

“You. It belongs to you, Evan.” She licks her lips, eyes full of promise. “I’m yours.”

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