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I am barely finished coming when he stands, gripping my thighs in a vice like hold as he takes out his cock giving it two quick pumps before lining it up and thrusting inside of me. I stretch around him, deliciously, as he begins to pound into me at a wicked pace. The desk bangs loudly into the wall and I know for sure the other two will know exactly what we are doing in here.

His cock pistons in and out of me and every thrust hits my clit hard. He drags my right thigh around his waist by the leather holster wrapped around it and the angle allows his cock to drag across my G spot in rapid succession. Fuck.

“You feel so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock, Ells,” his gravelly tone has me groaning, “You are fucking mine.”

I move my hips to meet his thrusts as he continues his vicious assault with his devilish dick and dirty words. “Yeah, baby, take it. Take my cock in this perfect fucking pussy,” he is gritting through moans as I clench around his cock at the sound of his rough voice coaxing me towards another orgasm.

“Marcus,” I half scream out, as I feel myself getting ready to come again.

He moves his grip back to my waist, gripping it so hard I know it will bruise but I don’t care. He lifts me by my hips drawing back before slamming back into me, thrusting deep one last time. His cock throbs inside me and he fills me with his come.

He growls my name as I scream his, as we both go over the edge together. Holy fuck.

Even after he has spilled in me, he continues to move slowly inside me, like he can’t bear for us to be finished. We are still catching our breath when there is a hard rapid knock on the door and we both smile slightly. It’s time to go.

Chapter 46

ELLE

Once Marcus ensures I am presentable again, we pull the door open and find Lincoln there alone. If he heard us, he is polite enough to pretend he didn’t.

“Where’s Jace?” I ask, the panic that Marcus had erased starting to creep back in, but Lincoln just rolls his eyes and nods over my shoulder.

I turn and find him with Taylor backed against a locker as he curls a lock of her hair around his finger. Sweet lord.

I move towards them and catch her words, “And what makes you think it wouldn’t be me rocking your world, playboy?” she asks him, and I have to squash a smile.

“Oh, I am more than willing to let you show me,” he teases her with a savage grin.

“Pretty boy,” I call him, and he scrunches his eyes up like he is a child about to be scolded.

“Hey, Queenie, thought you were busy,” he teases, confirming he knows exactly what Marcus and I were doing in that room. I ignore my blush and turn to Taylor.

“We are heading out for the night, let us drop you off?” I ask and pray she takes me up on my offer because after my meeting with the devil I don’t want to leave her in their grasp. She looks between me and the guys and then to Jace, noting the serious expression on all our faces before she nods.

Jace throws an arm around her, “Might have to sit on my lap, little vixen,” he teases and now I roll my eyes.

“Ignore him, he’s probably stoned,” I toss over my shoulder as Marcus curls his arm around me and we exit the school. Lincoln already has our car from the valet, and I presume that is thanks to the obscene wad of cash he slipped him on the way in.

The drive home is quiet, apart from Jace’s relentless attempts at flirting with Taylor, much to all our amusement. Good on her though because she takes it in stride, eventhough he is trying to bed her with his full charm. Seems she isn’t that immune though. When we pull into the gates of her house, Jace jumps out and lets her out of the back seat where she was sitting next to me. He shuts the door after her and just as she goes to leave, she turns back and slams her lips to his. He seems startled at first before he curls his arms around her waist and kisses her back. When she pulls away, she smiles shyly and says something we can’t hear before she heads inside.

Jace climbs back in and we are silent for about thirty seconds before we all burst out laughing.

“Fuck off, you buncha assholes,” he jeers at us, turning the music up to drown us out.

The rest of the drive we are all lost in our own thoughts. I have no idea what is running through each of the Rebels' minds right now but, for me, I can’t get the look in Greg’s eyes out of my head. It’s a look I have never seen before. He looked smug, satisfied even, like he had achieved something within our interaction. I didn’t show any fear, no matter how much of it I felt being that close to him, so what else would have had him gleaming like he was? I'll call Ash when I get inside and see if he came up with anything that might shed some light onto things.

We pull up to the gate and buzz but there is no answer. Not totally unusual considering it’s pretty late. Zack must have fallen asleep with Cassie but there is usually still one of the security guys around to answer. I roll down the window and lean out until I can reach the keypad and enter the code, so the gate opens.

It’s dark and quiet, calm. Just how I like it. I can’t wait to get into the house, out of this dress and into bed. Lincoln pulls up to the house and moves to park in the garage in what has become his spot. Just as he goes to turn off the engine his ringtone blasts through the sound system, the caller ID Jack Hanson. I know outside of the three of them, he is their eyes and ears out on the streets. I know he was aware of us having plans this evening, so whatever he is calling for must be important. Marcus looks at me, but I shake my head and motion for him to stay with the guys and gesture to the door leading into the house.

I get out of the car so they can deal with whatever business they have in peace. I move towards the entrance to the house taking my shoes off as I go. I drop them on the floor and make my way to the center of the house. It’s so quiet, my earlier estimation must have been correct, everyone has gone to sleep. The guards must be doing their hourly perimeter check, overkill I think considering the security system Z invented but hey what do I know?

As I get near the kitchen, I hear soft music playing, jazz, so Zack is awake somewhere it seems. I head to the kitchen first and grab a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap, and taking a sip as I head towards the living room. When I round the corner the first thing, I see is blood, so much fucking blood.

WHAT THE FUCK?

The bottle of water falls from my grip, spilling onto the bottom of my dress as it hits the floor. I have my pistol in my hand quicker than ever before, as I flatten myself to the living room door. I want to call out to Marcus and the guys but the water bottle hitting the floor may already have given away my spot if someone is here, even if it didn’t, I can’t risk it.

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