Shattered Legacy : A Dark Bully Romance (Gravestone Elite Book 1) by Caitlyn Dare (red seas under red skies TXT) 📕

"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.

She thrashes about beneath me, but I don't let up. Instead, I do it over and over until her thighs look much like her breasts with my signature all over them.

"Bexley," she almost sobs, but I know it's not with pain. It's with desire; her pussy is so fucking slick for me.

"Ready?"

"Oh God, I don't—argh," she cries as I suck her clit into my mouth. "Holy shit," she screams, making me wonder if anyone is out in the communal areas listening to this.

I smile at the thought, because she's cried out my name enough for them to know it's not Kingsley dragging this much pleasure out of her.

Teasing her clit, I alternate between flicking her with the tip and gently licking over her with my tongue flattened.

Her hips lift from the bed as she seeks more, and her arms tug so hard on the scarf I've tied her with I wonder how she's still bound at all.

"More?" I growl against her, letting her feel the vibration of my voice.

"Yes, yes."

Lifting my hand, I circle her entrance with one finger, dipping inside her until my first knuckle, loving the feeling of her muscles trying to tug me deeper.

"Who do you belong to, little mouse?" I growl.

"Bexley," she cries as I sink my finger deep inside her tight pussy.

As good as hearing my name fall from her lips is, it’s not the answer I quite wanted.

"Who do you belong to, Mia?"

"You, Bexley. You."

"Right fucking answer."

I go back to her clit and suck hard as I slip another finger inside her and search out her g-spot.

I know the second I find it because she cries out, her hips thrusting from the bed.

"Come for me, little mouse. Give me everything," I demand, and after two seconds she shatters.

"Bexley," she screams as she falls over the edge, her entire body quivering as pleasure surges through her.

Her juices run down my hand, and I drop lower to lap them all up, needing everything she can give me.

Fuck, this girl.

I don't release her until she's come back down, and when I sit up and look at her, I can't wipe the smile off my face.

She looks fucking perfect covered in my marks, covered in a sheen of sweat and her cheeks and neck flushed with pleasure.

My heart races and my mouth waters for more. My cock aches, straining against my zipper, desperate to sink deep inside her and make sure I brand myself on the inside as well as the out like I already have.

But as much as I might want to, today is not the day.

I have a feeling she's going to need another reminder of whom she really belongs to in the future.

"This isn't the end, little mouse," I say, crawling from the bed and taking a huge step back before I throw caution to the wind and take what I need.

"Bexley, no." She tries to sit up, but she can't with her hands bound to the headboard.

Pulling my cell from my pocket, I open the camera.

"Smile, little mouse. Make sure Kingsley knows how much you enjoyed being my little whore."

Her chin drops as