Page 81 of Shattered Legacy (Gravestone Elite 1)

“I want to, it’s just hard… I had this friend, Remi. She was my best friend growing up. I guess I always thought we’d end up together.

“But her mom and dad split up, and Remi withdrew. The kids at school were cruel, especially the girls. Sterling Bay is a lot like Gravestone. Everyone cares more about what car you drive or how big your trust fund is than the kind of person you are. We grew apart, and then she met someone else. Ace Jagger.” He hisses the words as if they pain him. My brows furrow. There’s something familiar about that name.

Jagger.

“He wasn’t like the rest of us. He and his brothers came from the rough side of town. But he caught Remi’s eye, and I just didn’t get it. She’d never once returned my interests and yet she was falling over herself for a jumped-up asshole like Jagger. It was the final straw. I started losing control until I… I messed up. Really fucking messed up.”

“We all make mistakes, Bexley,” I offer when I see the regret shining in his eyes.

“Yeah, well that mistake cost me my entire future.” He rubs at the scar along his shoulder.

“I remember, you came to Gravestone High still wearing a bandage.”

He nods. “It was the worst few weeks of my life. My parents practically disowned me, shipping me off to live with an uncle I’d never met in some strange-as-fuck town…” he inhales a sharp breath. “If only I knew then what I know now.”

“Would you have run?”

“You can’t ask me that.” His eyes shutter.

“Why not?”

“Because… fuck, Mia. I hate this. I hate Cade and all the Quinctus, Electi bullshit. But I met you…” He cups my face and lets his thumb brush my lips. “And I’m not sure I can ever be sorry for that.”

“Bex…”

He kisses me, slow and sure, his tongue tangling with mine. Liquid lust floods my veins as I rub the length of my body against his.

“Mia, we should stop. I need to go before campus becomes too busy.”

“We have time,” I purr, hitching my leg around his waist, feeling the hard outline of his erection.

“Jesus, little mouse,” he drops hi

s lips to my collarbone, “maybe I underestimated you.”

“I want you.” I stare into his eyes, hoping that he can see how much I need him. “I want to pretend for a little longer.”

He inhales a ragged breath, his hooded gaze dropping to my lips. And then he’s on me, hard, brushing kisses that turn my knees weak and send shivers down my spine.

Bexley rolls me on top of him with a smirk. “You want to play, mouse? Let’s play.”

God, his words do things to me. Dark, dirty things. I whimper as his hands slide under my t-shirt and finds my breasts. He plucks my nipples, squeezing and kneading my skin in a way that has me writhing above him.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, lifting his hips to make his cock bump my clit.

“I need you inside me,” I moan, lost to the sensations he’s stirring within me.

Taking my hand, he grasps his length between our bodies and says, “Up you go.”

I rise on my knees slightly and let him hook my panties to the side so he can slide himself through my wet folds.

“Fuuuuck,” he hisses as I slowly sink down on it. It stings at first, but pain quickly gives way to pleasure and he feels so good I think I might die.

“You feel incredible.” He cups the back of my neck and pulls me down to kiss him. Our teeth smash together as our tongues fight for dominance as he begins thrusting inside me. I rock back and forth, finding a steady pace. But it isn’t enough. I need more… I want Bexley to imprint himself on my soul.

“Fuck, Mia, I need you to move.” He grabs my hips and begins moving me in the way he likes. He looks so good, sprawled out beneath me, all tan skin and muscle.

He pushes my t-shirt up my body to lick and suck my breasts, painting my skin with his teeth and tongue.

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