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  I’m yelling at myself, digging deep for the willpower to stop this, to stop hurting her—

  Lexi tenses, thighs shaking, legs jerking over my arms.

  I’m so mindfucked it takes me another second to realize what’s happening, to register how much tighter she is, how her walls are pulsating, sending wet fluid leaking down my length.

  Fuck. SHIT. She’s fucking coming. Hard. Powerful. All over me.

  “Oh God, yeah. That’s it, baby. That’s fucking it. Come on me,” I growl, dropping her legs to scoop her up against me. One hand wrapped around her neck, I force her head upright, the expression on her face ruining me.

  Brows scrunched. Tears leaking down her face. Those beautiful, dick-sucking lips parted as those high-pitched mewls break through.

  “Fuck, Lexi.” I lift her all the way, legs around my waist, my arms tight around her. Standing here, on this empty road, bracketed on either side by my car’s headlights, I force her to bounce faster on my dick, even as she curls inward from the force of her orgasm. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Coming on my dick like that. Keep milking me. I’m about to give it all to you.”

  She cries out, arms squeezing around my neck, legs seizing around me. “Dear God, Drew. It’s not stopping. Baby, I’m—” Her breath deserts her, lush, swollen pussy clamping in another round of wicked throbs.

  It’s over. I don’t want to stop—don’t want to ever fucking stop—but there’s no denying the suction of her cunt, demanding what I should’ve had the chance to give her seven fucking years ago.

  My hands on her lush ass, I pile-drive her like some kind of demon, biting her neck roughly before dragging my lips up to hers. She takes my hard fucking with breathless shrieks that tear something apart inside me. “Drew, baby. I never knew—Drew, Drew, God!”

  “I need those lips and that tongue when I come, baby. I’m about to,” I pant against her mouth. “Give it to me.”

  She comes at my mouth like a hellion possessed, her tongue invading me with sheer ownership. She kisses me as if she’s one-hundred-percent aware she owns me.

  My thrusts falter, hips losing all coordination.

  The first wave takes me by surprise nonetheless, my entire body bowing into it. Lexi whimpers into our kiss, teeth tugging on my lip.

  My legs give out on me and all I can do is slam her back onto that hood, hips working at her beyond my control, my cock spurting like crazy in her.

  Everything I am centers on this girl, on how much I love her, and her juicy mouth is the only thing stopping me from confessing. From telling her what she means to me.

  She’s the first to break our kiss, struggling to catch her breath. “It’s so good with you, Drew. So fucking good.”

  “It’s not enough,” I confess in an unrecognizable voice, thrusting, rotating my dick, forcing her pussy to take more of my come. “I need more.” I should get off her, see if she’s okay. Get her back in that car and take her home. Instead I slide out of her, manhandling her off the hood. A quick spin and I force her to kneel back on it, one leg bent across the surface, baring that plump ass for my eyes and cock. “I’m sorry Lexi, but I’m not fucking done with you. Not even close.”

  chapter 6

  t he long, royal blue skirt of her dress is tugged up. Lexi braces herself with flattened hands and turns her head to stare at me over her shoulder.

  But she doesn’t move. She doesn’t want to.

  As rough as I’m being with her, as fucked up and traumatic as her past has been, she wants this with me.

  She loves feeling my eyes on her as I take in her pussy, throbbing and leaking my come.

  Hissing, I fist my soaked dick. My other hand slides up her sexy back, into that long curtain of hair, wrapping around it. “Next time we fuck, Lexi, I want your natural hair in my hands.”

  Her back arches, leg tensing, offering me that pussy and ass instinctively. “Drew.”

  “Fuck,” I hiss, sliding back into her, the tighter fit of this position scrambling my thoughts. I’m a livewire of need, love, and an inner violence I can’t tame, even with her pussy wrapped around me.

  Asad forced himself on her earlier.

  Stephen did it for years, God knows how many times.

  Jealousy and rage mix with the insane lust in my veins. All I want to do is pleasure her, so hard and so many times that she forgets this gorgeous, made-for-sex body of hers was ever hurt by anyone.

  I stop halfway in, ignoring the way her walls flutter to drag me deeper, and flex my hips in a rough thrust.

  The perfectly full, round globes of her ass bounce against my hips with the move.

  Fuccccck. I’ll never forget that sight. Ever.

  “Jesus. It’s even more amazing like this,” she gasps, back arching again.

  I pull on her hair, tugging her into a sharper C shape. “You like that cock, baby?” I ask her, slamming into her.

  She drags her nails along the hood, squealing at the brusque invasion. “Fucking love it, Drew. Too much. I’m going to want it all the time . . . unh! Want you to give me everything I’ve never had.”

  I growl, slapping the jiggling cheeks of her ass, and push my cock in as deep as I can. “Everything, baby. Holy shit, I’ll give you whatever you want. I’m yours. Do what you want with me.”

  Expression frantic, she pushes back against me, turning her head towards me.

  With another growl, I slap my hand around her chin, bringing her mouth to mine.

  Perfect. Absolute fucking perfection. Her ass bouncing against my groin, my dick plowing that pussy, those sex-kitten lips eating at me. The sound of her voice breaking in my ears.

  Her lips hypnotize me, an all-consuming delirium. My heart seems to throb along with every kick of my erection in her, a thunderous drum beat that drags me further under. Cracking open my eyes, I see our reflection along the windshield, how her tits bounce as I fuck her, and I release my grip on her ass to grab one.

  Tweaking her nipple, I swallow her horny cry, our tongues trapped in a sensual battle for control.

  I’m lost in her. In this savage joining. Buried in her to the hilt with each thrust.

  And it’s still not enough. It’ll never be. Not after being separated from each other so many goddamned times in our lives.

  She feels it, too. The way she’s kissing me, pushing back for my thrusts, loving on my lips, tells me she’s as lost as I am. Just as consumed.

  I slide my hand under her, across the hood, and hiss at the small puddle of fluid that’s gathered beneath her pussy on the surface.

  That’s us, everything I filled her with. Everything I’m fucking back out of her at this moment. Just knowing how soaked I have her adds another complicated layer to this maddening addiction.

  Still kissing her, I search out her clit blindly, the tips of my fingers making contact.

  Sonofabitch. It’s even more swollen than before. Distended. Begging for my attention. A single touch and her entire body seems to ripple in reaction.

  Lexi tenses, her moan muffled by our kiss.

  Kissing her deeper, I play with that perfect clit, feeling her orgasm building in her. I switch over to her other nipple, pinching down on it as well. Groaning, writhing, I devour her, a second, monster orgasm building in my balls. “I’m going to want this every fucking day, Lexi. Say it. Tell me you understand.”

  All I get from her is a dazed response. “Every day.”

  “Fuck yeah, baby.” I give it to her as hard as I can, sweat dripping down the sides of my face. “I’m going to fill this pussy with my come at least three times a day.”

  Whatever visual my words conjured pushes her straight over the edge. Crying out my name, her clit a swollen, pounding nub against my fingers, Lexi explodes in a chaotic, brilliant mess that finishes me off.

  She’s twitching so hard our lips rip apart. I’m left with the visual of her, bent over the hood of my car, ass cheeks jiggling as she churns her hips and milks that orgasm for all it’s worth.

  Jesus. Fuc
king. Christ.

  Biting the inside of my cheek, I use the pain to fight back the urge to come. How I manage to slow my thrusts is beyond me, especially when the rabid urge to destroy her with my dick is my main driving force.

  Lexi melts onto the hood, still twitching, breaths breaking as she tries to realign her reality.

  I won’t let her.

  For seven fucking years she’s been the center of my life. The destruction that nearly killed me. That didn’t allow me to live as a normal human would because life was too empty without her.

  I want her decimated.

  As altered as she left me.

  I don’t want her to ever be the same after this.

  Dick pounding, I stop moving, deep inside her, and wrap an arm around her waist. Without giving her warning, I once again move her, sliding her off the hood to a standing position.

  Then, as she mumbles my name in question, I bend her upper body entirely, flattening her chest to the hood.

  chapter 7

  i don’t recognize the sight of my own dick. It’s never been this engorged. Fingers digging into Lexi’s hips, I give her shallow thrusts, teasing her with the tip only. Only my headlights provide any illumination, but the glare is still powerful enough to kill me with the visual.

  “I fucking love this pussy,” I tell her, even as I continue to tease us both.

  Lexi groans, trying to lift her upper body.

  Leaning forward, I hiss as the movement sends my dick sliding a few inches deeper. Palming her nape, I force her to remain where I want her, that beautiful ass in the air. “Stay right there, baby.” I let her feel me throbbing. “I’m so close already. You’re about to fucking make me come again.”

  She bites into her lip, hips wiggling. “Give it to me, Drew. Give me what’s mine.”

  Seriously fucking killing me here. “Then take it.” I slide deep to the hilt inside her. “Fuck, Lexi.” My second orgasm is seconds from blowing and I still don’t want it to end. Don’t want to stop. I want to savor this forever, with her walls so tight, hot, and gripping the life out of me.

  Lexi bites her lips again. I don’t know if she does it on purpose, or if it’s just her body reacting, but motherfuck, the way her walls just fluttered . . .

  My eyes threaten to slide closed. Her breath is wild, as wild as my own. I let myself soak it in for one more moment. Then, fingers digging into her hips, I let loose, fucking her hard enough to send her upper body sliding up and down the surface of my car.

  The sounds we make together are crazy. Unrealistic. Panting. Growling. Gasping. Moaning. Her walls do that mindblowing fluttering thing again, taking that final choice from me.

  “Holy shit, Lexi. Here it comes. Fuck, baby, take it. All of it.”

  “Drew!” she cries out, so fucking hungry for it.

  “Yesss.” Practically climbing over her, I jerk as my next orgasm rushes through every nerve. It consumes me until I’m left clinging to her, seizing like an epileptic, and whispering her name over and over.

  Lightheaded, I bend over her, lips pressed to the back of her shoulder. We’re both near hyperventilating. The intense beats of my heart are echoed by hers. I can feel them pounding through her back.

  “Holy shit,” Lexi eventually whispers, shuddering.

  Kissing her shoulder again, I slide out, hissing at the rush of fluid that follows me.

  Holy shit is right. I came so fucking much inside her.

  Didn’t even stop to check if she’s protected.

  Not that I’d mind. Lexi’s back with me. I’m never, ever letting her go. I failed myself in my promise to keep her with me, to protect her.

  This time, no one—no force—will ever take her from me.

  Eventually, we’re having that together. I want everything with this woman. Everything that’s my fucking due.

  “Are you okay?” I ask her in a rough rasp, slowly helping her straighten.

  She eeps as another rush of liquid leaks down her thigh.

  “Fuck. That’s sexy as hell.” I reach into my inside pocket for my napkin. While she’s lifting her dress over her breasts again, I use the cloth to wipe the thick line of come coating her inner thighs.

  “Andrew!” Lexi squeaks, clearly embarrassed.

  Ignoring her protests, I clean her up as much as I can before letting her skirt slide over her hips. Making quick work of my zipper and belt, I wrap my hands around her waist and bring her closer. “Look at me.”

  Eyes glazed and adorable in their racoon-look, she tilts her head back. “Hmm?” She’s drowsy, barely standing on her feet.

  Lips swollen, lipstick gone. Hair a true mess now.

  A woman utterly owned.

  By me.

  I run my thumb along her jaw. “Are you okay, baby?”

  She wraps her arms around my neck, snuggling closer, seeming on the verge of passing out. “Bed.”

  Chuckling, I kiss her forehead. “Fine. I’ll get you to bed. But it’s going to be my bed, Lexi. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” I don’t tell her why, that it’s as much about missing her as the fact that Mateo is somewhere with Asad’s body.

  Lexi picks up on it anyway. Her back tenses and it takes her less than a second to put some distance between us.

  One look at her face and I know Asad isn’t the only thing she just remembered.

  Rage and jealousy flare in her expression.

  Rage, because I’m supposed to be her enemy.

  Jealousy, because she can’t stand the idea of any woman touching me and she was just reminded of who she met earlier.

  Too bad for her that distance isn’t going to save her. I still have plans for her tonight. Plans that involve both of us getting intimate on a level neither of us might be able to handle.

  But we have too much to talk about. Too much to air before morning comes and we face this dangerous game we’re all playing.

  If she’s going to be on my side, trust me, we must come clean with each other. We have no choice.

  “Get over here.” Before she can protest, I’m lifting her into my arms.

  “Andrew!”

  “Drew,” I correct, kissing those pouting lips. She never closed her door in her mad dash to get away from me. Walking around to her side, I deposit her back in the passenger seat.

  “Andrew . . . I want to go home.”

  “We are going home.” I close the door.

  She wastes no time lowering the window. “I mean my apartment.”

  “Not happening, Lexi.” Especially after what we just did. Ignoring her protests, I head over to the driver’s side.

  “Andrew—”

  “Lexi, stop. Okay? Stop. You were hurt. We just fucked like animals, which I deserve to go to hell for. And on top of that? I’m never fucking letting you go. Never. Again. Do you understand that part?”

  Eyes shimmering, she stares at me sadly. “You . . . you teamed up with them. Y-you had them record us so that Kaylee could show the whole school.”

  There it is. The real reason she locked up on me. The real reason she wants to run.

  This isn’t how I wanted it to go. What I want is for both of us to be home when this conversation starts.

  But she won’t let me take her there without me giving her something.

  Grabbing her hand, I place a soft kiss on it. I don’t let it go, even as I start the car. Once we’re driving down the road again, I let my eyes cut in her direction.

  She’s watching me, gaze pleading with me.

  She wants to believe in me again.

  She wants to trust me.

  Dear God, I fucking love her.

  “Lexi, baby, I know what I said to the cops. What you saw on the confession video you said my father showed you . . . but it was a lie, baby. I lied so that they would believe me and go after Stephen, Kaylee, and Barnard. I was never in on it.”

  chapter 8

  b ottles clink inside the black plastic bag as I drag my feet across the lot.

  The clerk at the mot
el’s main desk watches me pass, eyeing my bag with curiosity.

  Rancid bastard. I resist the urge to give him the finger and keep it moving straight to my room. The nondescript hooptie I purchased with cash two weeks ago sits feet from the brown door.

  No one here knows who I am. My father hasn’t sounded out any kind of alarm. No missing person’s report.

  Doesn’t mean he isn’t looking for me. No doubt he is. He’ll do anything to stop me from finding her.

  My Lexi.

  How long has it been now? About five weeks. That fucking asshole that sired me kept me drugged for the first two-in-a-half weeks of it. I came out of it multiple times, but each time I tried to get out of that bed, I was tackled and injected all over again.

  The fourth or fifth time I awoke, there was a temporary feeding tube down my throat.

  That’s why I played it off that final time two weeks ago. Pretended I was somewhat calm. Somewhat ready to get over it.

  I never will be. Ever. But I fooled that piece of shit long enough to be left alone. That’s when I rushed to the bank, withdrew twenty-K, dumped my car back at home and disappeared.

  The hooptie was easy to find. Some dude on Craigslist needed it off his hands. Bonus: he agreed to leave the paperwork under his name for a few weeks, long enough for me to come up with the next step of my plan.

  A quick drive by Best Buy to pick up four new desktops, a stop at the liquor store—one of many the last few days—and I found this dingy motel in Bayonne. It’s less than twenty minutes away, but I keep hoping it’ll be one of the last places he thinks to check for me.

  A minute later, I close the door to the small room I rented. I left the lights off, but all four Mac Pros I left running bathe the space in bright light.

  Lines of code fly by on three of the screens. On the last one, a facial recognition software is also running full blast.

  I’ll find her. Wherever my father helped hide her. Nothing will stop me.

  Especially since I’m busy trying to hack into our company’s servers. If my father helped pay for her to vanish the way she did, I’ll bet some record of it is in there.