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Unknown: Bitch.

Unknown: Cunt.

Unknown: Slut.

Pure, disgusting harassment.

I growled through my teeth. Maddie hadn’t responded to any of the messages, but she hadn’t told me about them either. And I highly doubted she had told Oliver. And that pissed me off becauseIwas the reason she had received these texts.

For all I knew, this was Spencer. He was back. And this time … he might try to kill her.

CHAPTER18

MADDIE

Iparted my lips, sat back in my swivel chair, and paused the online horror game on my screen, switching to my favorited hentai tab in Google Chrome. After this weekend and tonight with Alec, I freaking needed it.

Slipping my hand into my underwear, I blew out a low breath and gently rubbed my fingers over my clit. Pressure built higher and higher in my core. I closed my eyes, ignoring everything on the screen, and imagined Alec rubbing my cunt. Not me.

What the hell am I doing, thinking about Alec like this?

“Cupcake,” he purred into my ear.

Nearly screaming at the top of my lungs, I yanked my hand from my pants. “Ale?—”

Alec slapped a hand over my mouth from behind to stop me from screaming his name and leaned over my chair, his mouth on my ear. “Don’t stop,” he murmured. “Keep playing with that slutty little pussy for me.”

Once I regained my composure, I returned to my relaxed position on the chair and looked over at him, my brow furrowed. “I don’t know if this is a good idea, Alec,” I whispered. “Oliver is pissed right now.”

“Don’t. Stop.”

I continued rubbing my clit as his hand dropped to my tit. As soon as I had come home earlier, I had ripped off my bra and thrown on an oversized T-shirt. But now, I regretted it as Alec could pull and tug on my nipples as hard as he wanted.

Pressure built higher in my core. He flicked my nipple with his fingers, and I lost it.

After my orgasm, I pulled my fingers away. Alec dropped his from my tit to my pussy and continued rubbing my sensitive clit for me. Back and forth and back and forth, bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm with so much ease.

“A-Alec,” I murmured.

“Fuck,” he groaned, moving his fingers faster. “I love when you say my name, Cupcake.”

Pussy tightening, I threw my head back against my seat and bit back another moan. This was wrong. Oliver was home, right downstairs, pissed off about something. If he found me here with his best friend …

“Keep it coming for me,” he ordered. “I want to see you come again.” As his fingers drove me higher and higher, he handed me my phone. “Tell me what these are.”

“What are wh—” I gazed down at the screen to see messages from that same unknown number. I had been completely ignoring it—even contemplating blocking the number—but I knew they’d just use another one.

But they had sent me more messages since Friday night.

“I-I don’t know,” I whispered, attempting to find the words between the pleasure.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he growled, his free hand coming around the front of my throat and squeezing gently. He dropped his hand lower and slipped two large fingers into my pussy, the palm of his hand smacking against my clit. “Hmm?”

“B-because,” I managed, “it-it’s not your problem.”

“It is my problem,” he said. “Because you’re mine. All mine. And I’m going to fucking protect you from anyone. I don’t give a fuck who texts you, but when they threaten my girl, then it’s my problem.”

“Y-your g-girl?” I choked out.

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