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My actions excite her as she begins to increase her pace, her tongue roaming every inch of me hitting that perfect spot right under the tip of my head. My hand comes up behind her, gripping her head, her luscious, wet blond locks held tightly in my grip as I encourage her to move faster.

Next thing I know I’m fucking my Little Wolf’s mouth, and like famished animal I can’t get enough. Her left hand lands splayed out on my thigh as her right moves under my shaft cupping my balls. I moan loudly at the sensation, my orgasm already building inside. Fuck I’ve never come this quickly. It’s like I’m a preteen going through puberty all over again, but I don’t question the feeling. I can't stop it from happening.

I revel in the sensation. This is it, heaven in my baby’s mouth. My head falls back as my orgasm threatens to overwhelm me, the deep aching in my loins, my cock throbbing as she sucks harder and faster. Bulging and thickening, filling her pouty little mouth. I look down to her, her eyes never once leaving me, as she watches me reeling in the ecstasy of her touch. She nods her head almost unnoticeably, giving me the go ahead to unload my cum into her mouth, and the act makes me come on the spot.

A primal groan escapes me as I grip her head tightly, unloading all of me into her sweet, warm mouth as she swallows, not gagging at all.

Once she’s finished, she releases me with a loud, wet pop, her tongue licking her lips making sure every last drop of my cum is inside of her. A sexy as sin smirk appears on her cocky little mouth. I can’t stop the warm feeling moving through my whole being—the fluttering in my stomach at the look upon her face, the intensifying beat of my heart as her face, scent, and name is tattooed upon it.

This is it, there is no way I’m backing down now. It’s done, decided. Jade Wolfe is mine, in all senses of the word.

I crouch down to her level, my mouth hovering over hers as I whisper softly against her lips, “That’s my girl.”

Chapter

Six

JADE

For the next week, I’m drowning in a deep pool of schoolwork and playing catch-up. The night I spent with Bass after Ace’s party is now just a distant memory. Things have been pretty out of sorts lately, everything around me is just not making any sense. Scar has been acting stranger than usual. Things between her and Ace seemingly get better before turning for the worst, again. Everyone else is still pissed at Scarlett and keeping their distance from us. Except Stella, although she’s also been acting strange, I know she is dealing with some of her own shit as the anniversary of her mother’s death approaches. Not to mention how her asshole of an uncle, Stephan Silver, has been requesting her attendance at his house every weekend.

As for Sebastian, well he’s been hounding me day and night with meaningless texts claiming he misses me and wants to see me. Totally out of fucking character if you ask me. I’ve ignored his messages for as long as I could and now only send half assed responses when unable to stand the continuous badgering.

The night after we got back from Torment, and the little spectacle that played out in front of me, things took an unprecedented turn. He seemed to be put off by the whole situation, not really knowing how to react to what he almost witnessed, but what those men almost did to me didn’t scare me, not really. What frightened me most was the look in his eyes as he watched me, like I was a porcelain doll about to shatter to pieces after being played with. I’m not a doll, especially not one made of such a fragile material, chipping at the slightest of impacts.

I don’t need his pity. I don't need him feeling guilty about what could have happened had he not shown up, which I’m sure is the reason he’s been checking up on me. It’s not like the great, all powerful Sebastian Silver is genuinely interested in spending time with a girl unless he’s shoving his dick into her, repeatedly and forcefully. His reputation precedes him, and I’m not judging. I mean who am I to deem him a certified manwhore, not when my own isn’t as pristine as one would hope. However, I’m not stupid either. Not some hussy falling for his sweet talk and promises of a good time. I know for a fact he's areal good time, but all these mixed feelings and interfering signals coming off from him are not something I want to dive into. Not now, not ever. I have enough underlying emotional Daddy issues and shitty male baggage to last me a lifetime, while he’s the poster child for being emotionally unavailable and brutal.

So it’s best that we do not continue to play this game of cat and mouse we both seem to keep falling into. It’s best we just rack it up to temporary insanity or permanent madness. Either way it’s packed up nicely, locked in a fortified metal box, and shipped off to the middle of fucking nowhere never to seen again.

At least I hope that’s the case.

“You werethe one who was always supposed to be there for me. Because in the end, all we really have is each other, and now I can’t even count on you.” Scarlett stared at me with a look of apathy, as if what I was saying meant nothing to her. While I on the other hand was utterly consumed with despair not understanding what the hell could possibly be going through her head at that precise moment.

“It is what it is, Jade,” she uttered, almost annoyed by our exchange, “The fact that you thought I’d always be there, that you believed things would never change, goes to show how naïve you really are.” Naive really, said the girl who came here trying to make me believe we were going to have this happily ever after together, always. “Roman was right to leave when he did. He was a realist, knew that things for us were never going to change for the better. We’d always be who we were born to be and were destined to make the same mistakes as our parents. He just got out before he did. It’s not too late for you Jade, to ensure you don’t make the same mistakes as your father, trusting a woman he had no business trusting.”

I once was the one who told her that we were destined to suffer for our parents' sins, bound to make the same mistakes, and it was she who told me we were not the product of their wrongs, we were their retribution. We were to become so much more than they ever would, that together we’d bring forth a reckoning. Now look at what she’s made of us.

I started laughing hysterically, the only way I knew how to deal with the situation I was in was to make a mockery of it. Tears endlessly flowed out from my eyes as I crouched down on the edge of the tub, turning to face her,.“I’d rather make his mistakes a hundred times over, than to fall for that devil’s tricks.” I reached a hand out as I ran my fingers delicately over her cheek. “You once said we were foolish to believe that anything could come between us. What’s changed?”

She closed her clear blue eyes, that hid the daunting truth of her actions, refusing to look up at me, cowardly hiding behind the tears pooling in them as she whispered, “Everything.”

Everything.

That’s the last word I heard whispered from my sister's lips as I turned my back and walked away from her, leaving her to drownaway her selfish sorrows in the bottom of her bathtub. Her pale skin covered in bruises and bloody scrapes were nothing compared to how fucking broken she looked to be on the inside. She was a fucking disaster sitting there bathing in her own blood that dripped from the scratches marring her body as she spewed continuous lies and false statements at me.

Though she chose her words carefully, she knew how I would react, she understood they would push me away and ruin what we had. And yet she chose to destroy our relationship. Whether it is because of some pathetic sacrifice she keeps telling herself she needs to make to protect me, she laid her own grave, and this time I won’t be there to drag her out of it.

Enough is enough, and if she can’t find it in herself to trust me—her sister, best friend, and confidant—then I don’t want her to be a part of my life. In the end everyone leaves me, but this time it’s me who is walking away first.

I replay our fight over and over in my head. The blatant lies I listened to as she aimlessly tried to convince me, convince herself, that she meant the words she was relentlessly spewing. In real Jade fashion, I’m drowning them out—burying them deep down in the bottom of a bottle of liquor—the way I know best. Thanks to Daddy Dearest, there is one thing I’m good at. I bet wherever he is, he’s finally proud. I’m utterly alone and drunk off my ass, that’s all he ever wanted for his little girl.

There is only one other thing, usually hand in hand with the liquor, I’ve fallen victim to whenever I’ve recently felt alone. I run straight into the arms of the only soul out there who is possibly more damaged than I am. Because he saw right through me since the first time we were together. He knew that as much as I believed I needed to be in control, what I really need is for someone to make me lose it. I need him to make me feel powerless, dominated, and resigned to the feelings he brings forth in me.

Nobody knows how to make me feel quite like Sebastian Silver.

Which is why the night of Scar’s eighteenth birthday, I agreedto go with Liam Walker. He’s sweet, cute, and so far has been nothing but nice to me. The complete opposite of Sebastian. Maybe that’s exactly what I need. Someone who won’t challenge me, who will allow me to be myself and won’t elicit the foreign feelings in me I want no part of. I hoped that showing up with him might let Sebastian know I’m not one of these chicks pining after him hoping to turn our casual fucks into anything more. I’m not looking for a commitment, not expecting anything from him or anyone after just a few harmless orgasms, even if they were the best I’ve ever had.

However, when I walked into the party, hanging onto Liam’s arm, the way Sebastian watched me from his spot across the room, his face morphing into one of those scary murderer costume masks, I knew it was a bad idea.

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