Shattered Legacy : A Dark Bully Romance (Gravestone Elite Book 1) Caitlyn Dare (literature books to read .TXT) 📖

done.” He leans down, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You can keep fighting me, keep pretending that it isn’t going to happen, but honestly, it only gets me hard.” He snags my wrist and pushes my hand down to the bulge in his jeans. “Feel what you do to me. Every. Single. Time.”

A shudder rolls through me, and it isn’t a good one.

“Keep pushing, and you won’t like what happens. Don’t forget that.” He smirks. “Now be a good girl and kiss me like you mean it.”

His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue plunging past my lips and curling around my own. I have two choices: bite him, hard, and seal my fate right here, or submit.

I will my body to go lax and open up to him. Everything about the kiss is wrong. His mouth is too eager, his tongue too forceful… and he doesn’t taste like Bexley.

God, Bexley.

If he saw me like this, I wonder what he would do. Would he rip Cade off me and beat him to a bloody mess, or would he walk on by and leave me to my fate?

Cade grinds his hips into me, letting me know just how much he enjoys forcing himself on me.

Perverted asshole.

A guy who can have any girl he wants, and this is what gets him off.

But I guess to guys like Cade, there’s something rare and unknown about the chase, about acquiring the untouchable—because they never experience it.

He presses me into the wall, letting his hands glide up my waist and dip under my sweater top. Warm fingers toy with my skin, trying to elicit the same desire in me as I spark in him. But he’ll be trying forever.

A door slamming out in the hall startles him, and he finally breaks away.

“Fuck,” he hisses, running a hand over his cock. “Taking you for the first time is going to be so fucking sweet, Mia. Tonight, there’s this dinner.”

“Dinner? What dinner?”

“So inquisitive,” he teases. “A car will pick you up at seven. Don’t be late, Mia. It’s important you’re there.”

“I know my place, Cade.” My body trembles with anger, but I manage to force a smile.

“I’m sure you do, my prosapia.” He leans in, kissing my cheek. “My queen.”

Another shudder rolls down my spine. “Now let’s go before, I break the rules and fuck you right here.”

I glare at him before shoving past him.

I don’t need telling twice.

We meet the others for breakfast, in some secret dining room that seems far too big for the six of us. Tim is nowhere to be seen.

“What is this place?” I ask.

“Why, it’s our private eating quarters,” Ashton mocks.

“You’re such an asshole,” I retort, earning me snickers from Channing and Brandon. Sasha nudges me under the table and mouths, “Nice one.”

A server is busy placing down baskets of fresh bread and pastries, and there’s a hot food counter with eggs and bacon and pancakes.

The huge ornate doors swing open and Tim appears… with Fawn in toe.

“About fucking time,” Cade grumbles. “I called you an hour ago.”

“We were… busy.” They join us at the table.

“I bet you were. Nice hickey, Fawn,” Ashton smirks, and Tim leans over, smacking him around the head.

“Show some fucking respect.”

“Tim,” she soothes.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her around the group. Fawn Bailey is a quiet, meek girl who seemingly keeps to herself.

“Hey, I’m Mia,” I say.

“I know who you are.” Sympathy glitters in her eyes. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hey, Fawn.”

“Sasha.”

The air cools between the two girls, and I wonder what history lies there.

“Okay, everyone eat,” Cade says, and mayhem breaks loose as the guys clamber over the pastries and fruits. I follow Sasha to the hot food counter.

“Do you always eat in here?”

“For breakfast, usually. Sometimes we escape here for lunch if the guys want space.”

“Pancakes?”

I nod, and she loads a stack on my plate.

“Syrup?”

“I think I can manage,” I say, and her cheeks flame.

“I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

“You’re a good friend, Sasha.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Being Brandon’s sister doesn’t really afford me the luxury of friendship.”

“It’s hard,” I glance over my shoulder to make sure none of the guys are within earshot, “being one of them?”

“Look around you. Do you really think I’m one of them? That they’ll let me choose my prosapia?” She leans in closer, lowering her voice. “We are the fairer sex. The weaker sex. The submissive sex.”

I can’t argue with that—it’s clear Cade and at least Ashton think that way. That we’re property. Possessions. There to serve and please.

As if on cue, Cade calls over, “Mia, babe, bring me some bacon and eggs.”

“Is he for real?” I hiss.

“Deadly.” Her expression darkens. “It’s a test, girl. Never forget that. Everything you do, everything you say, it’s all part of his game.”

She takes off toward the table, but I give myself a second to catch my breath.

I’m not ready for all this. The games and veiled threats. My fingers curl around the edge of the counter as I try to rein in the onslaught of emotion.

What am I doing?

I should get out of here. Run far, far away and never look back.

Nothing good can come of staying in Gravestone, of staying with Cade.

Bexley’s face fills in my mind. The way he stood up to Cade at the fight. How he refuses to bow to the King of Gravestone U at every turn. Bexley won’t run. He’s made that clear.

“Mia, babe, the bacon…” Cade’s sharp tone makes me flinch, and I look up to find Ashton looming over me.

“Better not keep Kingsley waiting,” he drawls.

“Excuse me,” I say, darting around him, but he grabs my arm as I pass.

“Oh, and Mia… wear something pretty tonight. It’s going to be a very special dinner indeed.”

17

Bexley

"Are they for fucking real?" I bark, staring down at my cell and the summons from the fucking king.

"Sadly," Alex mutters from behind me.

"You're okay with this?" I snap, spinning away and drilling him with a look I'm sure most would