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I lose the ability to speak or think, but it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t be able to say a word, because Jason claims my mouth again while he fucks me hard and fast. I know this will take me to oblivion in no time, but I just hold on to him tight, knowing that my life with him will be the fastest and best ride.

ChapterThirty-One

Jason

As expected,my mother blows up my phone the next day. I shut it off when it doesn’t stop ringing. Isabelle stirs next to me, making the most delicious kitten sound that wakes up my cock. I kiss her shoulder, pulling her closer to me, and pressing my erection against her sweet ass.

“How can you have a hard-on after our all-night marathon?” she asks in a sexy, sleepy voice.

I dig my fingers into her hips. “Because it’s you, and I’ll never get my fill.”

She rolls over, facing me. Her lips are still red and swollen from all the kissing, and her hair is a mess, but she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She traces my hairline with the tips of her fingers, sending a shiver down my back.

“I can’t believe this is real,” she says.

“To be honest, me neither.”

“I’m going to miss our hate sex though.”

I laugh, not having expected that comment to come out of her mouth. “Is that so? We can always role play.”

She wrinkles her nose. “It’s not the same thing, but….” She walks her fingers down my chest and keeps going south until they curl around my shaft. “I’m not opposed to some bedroom games.”

“Hmm, what kind of games?”

The annoying sound of her phone ringing cuts off her reply. She tenses and begins to turn, but I wrap my arms around her waist. “Let it go to voicemail.”

“I can’t. That’s the burner phone my parents use to contact me.”

I release her at once. She jumps from the bed and hurries to her desk, where she takes the phone from her drawer. “Hello?”

Gone is the easy-going expression she had a moment ago. She begins to pace in front of me, and despite the lovely visual of her parading naked, her tense posture makes me forget any idea of sex.

“Yes, Mr. Cain told me. Are you okay?”

I can’t hear the reply, so all I have to put the pieces together are her reactions.

“No, no one here knows about me.” Her gaze flicks to mine. Guilt shines there. I suspect she’s not used to lying to her folks. “Iambeing careful. I’m more concerned about you.”

More silence follows, and then her face twists into a scowl.

“Mr. Cain has a big mouth. I’m not going to give up my passion because of Juan.”

I guess her parents know she’s playing at the recital. I agree it’s risky, especially if video footage is posted online. But I won’t stop her from doing something she loves because of that piece of shit. If he sets foot in Triton Cove, he’ll wish he never had.

“Okay, I love you too. Bye.”

Her eyes are dark like a summer storm when she glances at me.

“Let me guess. Your parents aren’t keen that you’re playing the violin again?”

“No. But they won’t make me change my mind.”

I get out of bed and walk to her. “He’s not going to find you, and if he comes here, it will be the last thing he does in his miserable life.”

She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me hard, taking me by surprise. I stagger back, not expecting her attack, but I recover in the next second. I grab her ass, lifting her off the floor. Her legs wrap around my hips, and her pussy rubs against my shaft, drawing a growl from me. I’m on fire again, but a bed won’t do. There’s too much raw energy between us; we might break the furniture.

I push her against the wall instead, and then guide my cock home. She bites my lower lip as I slam in and out of her. For a while the only sounds in the room are of pounding flesh and our combined moans and grunts. I don’t even try to hold back and prolong the moment. As soon as she tightens around me and her body begins to shake, I let go of my restraint. We climax at the same time, and call me poetic and shit, but it’s a beautiful thing.

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