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

back to his dorm to continue sleeping off his hangover and dying in his own mortification, I reluctantly grabbed my books and headed to class.

But Mia never showed.

They did. The King and his fucking sheep.

Thankfully they didn't talk to me. The closest we got was Ashton shouting some suggestive comments about the night before, but I walked straight past them with my head held high and my shoulders squared. It'll take more than his big fucking mouth for me to show any shame about what went down.

I was challenged to abstain, and I passed with flying colors, so they can fuck right off.

They don't need to know how it damn near killed me to watch Cade with Mia like that. I lock the feelings down and fix my mask into place.

By the time my last class of the day lets out—a class she should have been in—I'm more concerned than I want to admit.

What if they spiked her and something happened? What if he hurt her? He's sure fucking capable.

Instead of heading for my dorm building, I head in the opposite direction across campus toward where I hope she's hiding.

Thankfully, her dorm is empty when I walk through the communal area. The last thing I need is to be seen here. I have no idea who her dorm mates are or if any of them are in the Electi's back pockets. I've been lucky so far, being able to slip in unnoticed, but I know my luck is going to run out at some point.

Sucking in a breath in the hope it'll tamper down all the emotions that are raging inside me, I lift my hand to knock, but my cell buzzes in my pocket.

Pulling it out quickly in case it's Alex, I stare down at the name, and the anger I was trying to cool surges back full force at the sight of my mom's name.

My entire body tenses, and my lips curl in disgust. I've refused to talk to her since she confessed that the man I've called Dad my entire life isn't actually the man who had a hand in making me.

Shoving it deep inside my pocket and locking any thoughts out of my head, I focus on the task at hand.

Finally, I rap my knuckles against her door and listen to her light footsteps as they head my way. My heart pounds as the handle twists and a sliver of her room becomes visible in the gap.

The second she reveals herself, my fists curl at my sides.

She looks perfect, beautiful, and I've spent all day fucking worrying about her.

Mia gasps in shock as she averts her eyes.

"Too late to be embarrassed, little mouse,” I say.

Without waiting for her to invite me in, I step into her room, forcing her to back up if she doesn't want to collide with me. The door swings closed behind me, and the force of the slam makes the floor beneath us vibrate.

"B-Bexley?" she whispers, making my body burn red hot with anger.

Reaching out, I take her chin between my fingers and push her back until she bumps up against the wall.

"How could you?" I growl. "How could you let him fucking do that?" I lean right into her, our noses almost brushing.

Her lips tremble and her eyes fill with tears, but neither are enough to bring me down off the ledge. Every time I so much as blink, all I can see is him with his hands on her.

"You think… you think I l-let him?" she whispers.

"Well, you didn't fucking stop him. I know that for a fact."

"I didn't… I didn't want that," she cries.

"Then maybe you should have looked like you were enjoying it less." I step closer, the length of my body pressing hers into the wall.

"Admit it. You liked it," I taunt, my heavy breaths racing over her face. "You were so fucking wet for him."

"No. Stop," she demands, her tiny hands lifting and slamming down on my chest in an attempt to make me back up, but she's no match for my strength.

"Did he make you feel better than I did? Did you come harder for him?"

"Fuck you, Bexley." I catch her wrist before her palm connects with my cheek.

Collecting up the other one, I pin them above her head and hold them in one of my hands.

I trail my knuckles down the exposed skin of her inner arm and she shudders.

"Tell me. Was he better?" My eyes burn into her, daring her to tell me the truth no matter how much it hurts both of us.

"You really want to know?"

No. "I'm fucking asking, aren't I?"

Her lips press into a thin line, and I prepare for the barbed words that are about to fall from her lips that I already know are going to rip me in two.

But a beat before her lips part to respond, her entire body relaxes slightly. No one else would probably notice, but I do. I notice every-fucking-thing about her.

"I imagined it was you." My heart damn near stops at her confession.

"W-what?"

"In my head, it was you touching me. When I fell, it was for you."

My lips are on hers before I've even registered that I've moved. My tongue plunges into her mouth, twisting with hers as I hike her leg up around my waist.

I kiss her, grinding my cock against her core until I swear I'm going to combust with my need for her.

"I need you. I need you so fucking bad," I pant into her mouth.

"This doesn't change anything, Bex. This… it—"

"Like fuck it doesn't."

"I'm still his. I can't be yours."

I hear her words, but I refuse to actually listen to them. I can't. It's too fucking painful.

"Right now you can be."

I lift her from the floor and her legs automatically wrap around my waist as I carry her to the bed.

Lowering her back to her feet, I wrap my hands around the bottom of her tank and pull the fabric up her body, revealing her bare breasts beneath.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."