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We kept running, Cayden’s hand was warm around
Are they still following us?
“I can’t make it,”
“You can, and you will,”
“You don’t have a...
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“Taking what you owe me, remember? Our bet. You lost.”
“After all, you like it better that way, don’t you, Ladybug?” My voice was a low caress as it left my throat. Lily was becoming far more than a distraction. She was an obsession.
I wanted to do more than lick her. I wanted to eat her whole. I wanted to devour her. It was a sobering realization.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Whatever I...
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“For today, though, you owe me a kiss for our bet.”
She didn’t look mad anymore.
“Disappointed?”
“Whatever makes you feel better about chasing someone through the streets until they literally run into trouble.” “And you don’t want any trouble, do you, Lillian Williams?”
“Well, kiss me and get it over with, then,” Lily huffed after a moment of that intense proximity. I tutted. “It’s not your lips I want to kiss.”
“It’s not?”
“The bet was for one kiss,”
“You’re right. We’d better stick to the terms,”
“Touch yourself like you did after you wrote about me in your journal,” I grabbed one of her hands and put her fingers into my mouth, wetting them thoroughly. Then I pushed her hand down the front of her shorts. “Make yourself come while I suck on your beautiful tits.”
“It wasn’t a request, Lily. Do it, or I will, then I’ll fuck
your mouth and come so far down your throat that you choke on it.”
Freckles,
I wanted him to take what he wanted.
I wanted to stop being the good girl for one fucking second, and just be his.
It was my birthday. I was officially eighteen. Yay me. Like all the birthdays before it, it felt anticlimactic.
You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine – C
“He called you Cinderella.”
Freckles,
Bug?
“Bug’s
“Crawl to me, Freckles.”
Bug?
“Liar. We need to talk. You broke the rules.”
“What rules?”
“My rules. I own you, remember?
“According to you, I know yours, too,”
“You let someone else touch my things. I don’t share, Lillian.”
“And your things would be?”
A twisted part of me wanted to hear him ...
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“You mean kissing Josh? You seriously care about that?”
“You’re not jealous, are you?”
“Making sure you understand how I own you,”
Freckles?
My perfect girl.”
“Wear my jersey. I want to see my number emblazoned on your back, like a goddamn owner’s tag,” he muttered against my lips.
I’d finally get the chance to make my feelings known.
There she was. My girl.
She strode down the stairs in a jersey. The sight of it stopped my heart. My jersey.
“Excuse me! This is the ladies’ room!” someone screeched. “I don’t care. Get out now.” Cayden’s voice
“Come on out, Lillian, unless you want to be responsible for this door getting broken.”
