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“This is so cute. Love taps.”

“Mason, you sick son of a bitch.” I staggered back, pointing my finger.

“I hate you,” I roared from the depths of my belly.

My legs gave out, and I was on my knees before I knew it. “All because I chose your brother. The sane twin. The one who would have rotted in a dungeon for doing the right thing for me.”

Tears clouded my view. “You wish I would have given myself to you. Now you’re trying to push me over the edge. I know you watched me and Tate. So you knowabout my problem with razors. You want me to unravel and slit my wrists again.” I scratched at my arms.

Finding strength deep down I rose. “Guess again.” I trekked toward him.

“I will not allow you to take...my...power,” I growled through gritted teeth.

Arms wrapped around me from behind. “Doll, let’s get you out of here.” I fell back into him, clawing at his chest.

“Matt, I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?”

He scooped me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sobbing into the crease of his neck. His heartbeat pounded against me.

“It will be ok.” His deep vocals vibrated through my body. Matt burst through the school doors. He opened a vehicle door and laid me across the plush leather seat. Mentally I shut down. I didn’t remember the car pulling away from the curb. Lights out.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Slowly my eyes opened. My favorite woodsy scent crept up my nostrils. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach. “Where am I?”

His teeth clenched my earlobe. A direct signal shot to my clit. “Oh.”

I circled my ass against his hard cock.

His fingers slipped inside my panties, rounding my clit. My pussy pulsated against his fingers.

“Oh, shit.”

“That’s right, baby. I want you to come.” His tongue trailed along my neck. “Come, so hard in my mouth.”

He laid me flush against the bed. He lifted the T-shirt, he obviously dressed me in. Problem was whenever I wore one of his T-shirts, he was only tempted to peel it off of my body again. He sucked my nipple into his mouth as his thumb circled my nub.

“You’re so wet.”

As crazy as it was, I couldn’t look into his face. Not at that moment. I could barely stand his voice. But I neededhim. I needed my boyfriend. The man who wouldn’t betray me. The man I rescued from the bowels of hell.

He slid my panties down my legs and tossed them aside. Spreading my legs, he whispered something to himself. Then his lips sank into my pussy.

My eyelids slammed shut and a pleasurable moan escaped my lips.

“I can’t ever let you go.”

My legs shut around his head and my eyes popped open. I tugged and massaged his scalp desperate to feel his smooth skin under my touch.

He pounded his fist against the bed. “Fuck! Look what’s become of us.”

He grabbed my hand and his lips melted against my palm. His empty deep blue eyes stared into mine.

“Tate.” I cried.

“Yes, baby it’s me.” He turned away hiding his sadness. Tate wasted no time sucking my clit into his mouth. My back arched off the bed as my fingers tangled in his curly hair. The orgasm heightened the faster he flicked his tongue. Shivers shot through my body. He didn’t let up. He constantly attacked my clit with his tongue. Waves of euphoric eruptions swept over my skin. Tate massaged my hips, and the tingles subsided.

“I love you so much.”

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