Page 56 of Shattered Legacy (Gravestone Elite 1)

And I want her to remember it when she finally manages to break the shackles he used to bind her to him.

My lungs burn when I finally break our kiss, and I drag in deep breaths as my head spins. Ripping my eyes from hers, I look at her nightstand and snatch up the scarf that's hanging from the handle.

"What are you—fuck, Bex," she cries in a panic, trying to squirm out of my hold. But I'm a hell of a lot stronger than her, and in less than a minute she finds herself with her hands over her head and bound to the bed.

Crawling down her body, I wrap my fingers around her ankles and tug until her restraint pulls tight.

So fucking beautiful. And all mine.

Reaching forward, I undo the clasp holding her bra together and allow it to fall to the sides, exposing her breasts and rosy pink nipples to me.

"Fuck, little mouse."

"Bexley," she squeals when I wrap my lips around one and pull it deep into my mouth.

Her back arches as I tease the bud with my tongue before sinking my teeth into her skin.

"Oh my God," she cries, fighting against her restraints.

"That hurt, little mouse?" I ask once I've released her with a pop. "Try watching that motherfucker pretend you're his."

I don't give her a chance to respond. I don't need her words, anyway. I need her gasps of pleasure and pleas for more.

I repeat my previous action on the other sides before ensuring that I pay every inch of her breasts some attention. I kiss, suck, and bite every bit of flesh until she's begging for me and her perfect tits are covered in my marks.

My lip splits open once more, and her sweetness mixes with the unmistakable copper taste of my own blood. I can't help but smile, my chest puffing out in pride when I pull back and take in my handiwork, my teeth marks, hickies, and blood covering her chest, showing Cade motherfucking Kingsley that she's not his.

"Too fucking beautiful," I muse.

Lowering myself down her body, I ignore the screaming pain that shoots through my ribs and down what used to be my prize-winning arm.

But the pain pales in significance to the woman beneath me.

I nip my way down to her panties, and the second I wrap my busted fingers around the lace, I rip them clean from her body.

"Fuck, little mouse. So fucking pretty." I run my finger over her smooth mound.

"Oh God," she murmurs, her eyes squeezing closed as her cheeks burn bright red.

"Eyes," I demand, and immediately hers fly open.

She swallows nervously as our gaze holds.

"Anyone ever—"

"No," she breathes.

"Good. You'll have no choice but to remember this, then."

I swallow down the cry of agony that wants to rip from my throat as I lie on my stomach, my face right in front of her pussy. Her scent fills my nose, and my cock aches to sink inside her tightness.

"Bexley," she moans when I blow a stream of air down her slit. “More. Please."

"Trust me, little mouse. It's going to be memorable."

I lean forward, but I don't go for her pussy. Not yet, anyway.

Instead, I latch onto the softness of her thigh and suck until I know I've broken the skin.

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