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“Where did he go?” I ask in response.

“He’s probably gone to jack off in the shower after that back-seat performance,” Jace smiles gleefully and I blush hard.

“Shut the fuck up,” Linc scolds him but he just shrugs and winks at me and I shake my head even though I smile. Only Jace could get away with saying shit like that.

“You’re lucky I like you, pretty boy,” I tease.

“Oh. trust me, Queenie, I know, I’ve seen what you can do with a blade,” he replies with a laugh, but I can tell tonight took its toll on him. This is just his mask in place hiding the darkness that resides inside him. I drop my smile and move until I am in front of him.

“You okay?” I say with a serious tone and he blanches slightly.

“Of course, I am,” he replies, and I notice Lincoln disappearing from the room in my peripheral, giving us some privacy.

“Jace Conrad, you listen to me,” I start reaching up to put a hand on his shoulder, “you never have to hide your feelings with me okay? You’re happy then be happy, sad, mad, fucking horny, I don’t care as long as you feel it, don’t hide away behind your jokes because it’s easier than dealing with this shit.”

He looks off to the side breaking our eye contact, before looking back to me and grabbing me into a bear hug. His tall frame means his arms wrap around my head as mine go around his waist, “Thank you,” he muffles into my hair.

He pulls back and I look up at him making sure he is really okay.

“I’m good, Elle, I promise, now go sort your man out. We’ll save you some pizza,” he winks. I roll my eyes before turning to go fix another lost Rebel.

Chapter 28

MARCUS

The water turns my skin to ice, but still it isn’t cold enough to put out the fire I feel in my body. I am burning with need, rage, desire, and pain. The panic I felt earlier as I watched Elle disappear followed by the sounds of gunshots is something I never want to experience more of. I felt like she was slipping through my fingers all over again and I fought with everything I had, to get to her. I didn’t think twice when a guy stumbled across me on my way to find her. Didn’t take the time to worry about my fists pounding into his face until it caved in. Didn’t think about the life I took without restraint. The only thing running through my mind was that I had to get to her.

The shower door opens, I don't have to look to know it's her. Taking away the fact that out of everyone here she would be the only one to come looking for me, I just know it’s her. I can feel her, like I’m a magnet and she is my counterpart, pulling me towards her at all times. She wraps her arms around me from behind and I shudder when her naked body presses against mine. Fuck. Elle King is naked and wet in my fucking shower. I reach out and turn the dial on the shower to warm the water up.

I take her arms in mine and unfold them from around me so I can spin and face her. I look down and my throat goes dry, she is naked, fully stripped bare, and all for me. Fuck. I don’t fucking deserve this. She lets her gaze travel down my body taking in my own naked frame and I see the moment she lands on my cock as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. I am harder than fucking stone but still my cock juts at thinking about biting that lip myself. She seems transfixed on it and it’s only then I wonder if this is the first time, she has ever seen a naked man. She is looking at me like she wants to memorize every inch of me. It takes every ounce of restraint I have, to allow her to continue her appraisal instead of grabbing her and fucking her against the tiles.

Her gaze comes back up slowly but catches on my chest and it’s only then I notice some blood there. She frowns before looking round and grabs a washcloth and soap. She squirts some into the cloth before she begins to wash my body slowly and rhythmically. I honestly don’t think I have ever experienced anything as erotic as Elle King washing me, but fuck I am barely holding on. She washes me until I am completely clean and then she goes to return the washcloth to where she got it, but I stop her movements. She looks back up at me and she swallows, as I take it from her and squirt more soap onto it. I slide it over her shoulders and down her arms before dragging it across her breasts, removing the traces of blood. I take in the bite marks I left there in the back of the car, and my cock juts out again. Fuck, she looks good with my mark on her. I drop my gaze to her stomach and grimace at the sight of the scars there, not that they diminish my lust or her beauty in any way, but they are just a reminder of what that fucking prick did to her. I clench my fist around the cloth as she steps closer, so her body touches mine and I lock my gaze back with hers.

“Don’t leave me, River, stay here with me and only me,” she whispers, pleading with me.

I pause and then speak quietly, “It should have been me,” I whisper into the water.

“You think I didn’t want that?” she whispers back taking a step closer to me, so her body is pressed completely against mine and I fight back a groan as she continues, “You think I didn’t wish that. That my fourteen-year-old heart didn’t beat every fucking beat for Marcus Riviera,” fuck her honesty is pouring out. “Fuck me, River, my heart has beat for you ever since we were five years old. I dreamt of the days it would go further than a peck on the lips. Of what it would feel like to have your tongue tangle with mine.” The water drips down her body as she continues, “Or what it would feel like for your hand to slide into my pants and find me soaked for you. How we would be each other's first and nothing and no one would ever matter again. You think this is hard for you? Well fuck you, River because you don’t know shit.”

She turns to leave but I don’t give her a chance, she isn’t walking away from me anymore, we are fucking in this together, forever. I grab her by the back of the neck and drag her back to me, “No more fucking running, little King,” I say, as I pick her up and back her into the tiles. “No more fucking messing around. You’re right,” I add, and her face is shocked. “You want me, you fucking got me, baby,” I kiss her wildly and she opens her mouth for me without pause and our tongues dance together in reckless abandonment.

Fuck, never in my life will I get used to the feeling of kissing her. My cock is painfully hard and presses against her core, fuck she is wet, warm and oh so fucking tempting, but I am not fucking her for the first time against the shower wall. She grinds against me and when I pull back, she fumes and I laugh, “Patience, baby.”

“I think we’ve waited long enough for this, River, don’t you?” she rasps, and she is right, no more holding back. I reach behind me and turn off the water. I place her back on her feet before reaching out and grabbing us both a towel. I wrap mine around my waist before putting hers round her shoulders and then I scoop her up into my arms and stalk back into my room. I throw her gently on the bed, she squeals in shock and excitement. The sight is fucking glorious. My girl, naked and in my bed, looking at me like she is willing to give me everything. We both know I don’t deserve it, but I’m selfish bastard so I’m going to fucking take it anyway.

I move to the end of the bed, grab her ankles, and drag her down until she reaches me. The movement leaves the towel behind her and my eyes fucking feast on her nakedness. She is fucking perfect. Her skin is flawless even with the scars, I drop to the floor and she props up onto her elbows so she can look at me. I grip her knees and part them, leaning down to drop a trail of kisses along her inner thigh. I kiss and tease along the dream catcher tattoo and make sure I don’t leave any of the marks there untouched. I move to the other thigh and continue the same pattern until I reach her pussy.

Fuck, it’s perfectly pink and plumped and she already has juices coating her thighs, I lean in closer and I can smell her arousal, I fucking groan. I slide my finger down it and she takes a sharp breath, I flick my eyes back to her and she is watching me from a hooded gaze, already panting. Oh, my little King has no fucking idea what I am about to do to her. I use my fingers and part her lips exposing her clit to me, she is dripping. I take a long lick all the way from her ass to her clit before I suck it into my mouth gently and she moans. I flick my tongue back and forth across it, before motioning the number eight around it and her moans get louder.

“Fuck Marcus!” she pants and my name on her lips has never sounded so good as she releases it with a breathy moan. It spurs me on, I lick her harder, faster until I can feel her legs begin to shake. “Yes, Marcus, right there,” her moans get louder and I fucking love it. Seeing her lose control in a whole different way, reacting to what I am doing to her. Letting go and not caring who hears.

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby,” I say sucking her clit back into my mouth and she grinds against my lips. So, fucking perfect I groan again, “Yes, Ells, ride my face. I wanna taste your cum on my tongue, baby,” I say as I continue licking her from top to bottom before I spear my tongue inside her and she breaks. I swallow her down as she comes, lapping her up like I am a starving man, and she is my last fucking meal. She tastes so fucking sweet and I know I will never get enough of her.

I don’t let up as I drag my lips up her stomach and allow my tongue to tease and lick every scar there paying special attention to the two largest ones. I want her to know that these marks on her skin mean nothing to me, I don’t care that someone took her first, I only care about the fact that she was hurt and making sure it never happens again.

She grabs my hair and drags me up until she can kiss me again as she tastes herself on my lips. She grinds herself against me and her wetness soaks my cock and I shudder desperate to slide inside her, but I need to make sure she is ready. I glide my hand between our bodies and tease her clit with my fingers until she has soaked them. I move further down until I can push one inside her and she groans at the intrusion. Fuck, she is tight even on my finger. I pump it slowly in and out of her before I add another, teasing her until she is panting again. I curl them inside her ensuring they stroke along her g-spot, while bringing my thumb to her clit, in quick hard circles. It isn’t long before she cries out again, clenching around my fingers as she comes. The look on her face of pure ecstasy and I wish I could see it forever.

She is breathless as she grabs at me, “No more, Marcus. I need you inside please, I need you to fuck me,” she begs. Fuck. I have never had an offer so fucking tempting.

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