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“I think we should both start dating again,” he suddenly says.
you're gonna regret that.
“If that’s what you want.” I shrug. “I can start dating again, I guess.” He runs his hand through his hair. “You can be single. I’m not saying that you have to get a boyfriend. I just…” he trails off in thought, and his jaw locks tight. “No, I get it,” I say with a nod. “We both used to date a lot, and you’ve stopped because of me. It’s not fair to you.”
“You could be my number seven.” “Daisy…” He shoots me a look.
HE CAN BE. it's not a crime anymore, ryke.
He abruptly reaches out and draws me to his chest. He’s hugging me. Willingly. But this feels more like a goodbye than anything else. A pain ripples through my body. And then that cracked door to my bedroom—it whips open. I turn my head with Ryke, and we both see my mother standing at the threshold of the doorway with her phone in hand.
BRO.
And I try to ignore the fact that I gave her permission to fuck other guys. I hated that, and even knowing that she may be hooking up with someone right now—it boils my blood.
so in denial.
“No one is going to rape the two of you.” Just like that, both Connor and Lo reach over the table to try and steal the phone from my hand. I hold it high above my head and lean further back.
IMDEAD. they don't play about their girls.
The minute she sees him, her whole body lifts, and my brother—he wears a smile that’s rare in anyone else’s presence but hers. I’ve never really seen love until I saw them together, truly.
aww. MY BABIES.™
It’s cute. All of it. But it’s also annoying the hell out of me because I think of Daisy. Normally she’d be here too. Normally she’d be standing over my shoulder, peering at the car and helping me out.
ryke, you're telling me that when you see a couple in love, you think of daisy, but you don't want to do anything with her? right.
Before I attach the spare, I spot Lo and Lily by my Infiniti. He has her pinned against the car. They aren’t kissing, but he whispers in her ear with a smile that dimples his sharp cheeks. She’s a giant fucking red tomato, so whatever he’s telling her—it’s dirty.
LOREN.
I groan. “Don’t talk about muffins.” “Blueberry and banana nut.” “You are a cruel, cruel person…” I trail off and get a good look at him, realizing I’ve never met this model before.
OH??? jealous ryke soon ;')
By the time I enter my room, the clock strikes 2 a.m., and I only have enough time to wash my face and run a brush through my hair before Ian knocks on the door. I peek through the peephole, ensuring that it’s just him. I can smell his strong cologne through the door, but he looks casual, wearing jeans and a blue tee.
2 A.M???? bro is READY.
“You’re really beautiful, Daisy,” he says. And then he plants his lips right on mine, waiting not even two seconds before his tongue chokes me.
and you're ryke's age! making her & ryke A-OKAY.
When I finish securing the sliding balcony door, I head to the mirror and inspect my breast that keeps throbbing I lift my sweater up. I’m bleeding.
BRO WHAT???? oh nah. that guy is insane.
He bit me so hard that my nipple is not only red and raw, but it’s trickling with blood. Why, why do things like this happen to me? He also sucked so hard that a yellowish tint of a bruise forms on the outside of my breast.
i hope ryke somehow sees and gets pissed. but i'm not sure how he'd ever see it .......
I log into the porn site, and I click on the most popular video. It takes a couple seconds to load. The screen is black at first, only heavy breathing, both male and female. I click the “play” button, hoping an image will reveal itself soon because this isn’t doing anything for me. Finally a picture surfaces. Oh my God. A girl with silky brown hair is tied to a headboard by her wrists, her head tilted back in pleasure while a guy dominates her from the top. But it’s not the position that’s freaking me out or the fact that it’s porn. I know this girl. I know this guy. It’s Rose and Connor.
BRO IMSCREAMING. I JUST THREW MY KINDLE. I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING. I SWEAR, I WAS THINKING; that's how rose & connor do it AND THEN IT'S LITERALLY THEM. BRO DAISY IS SO FUNNY OMG.
As I type in a fake name and email address, I catch Connor slipping his fingers beneath Rose’s diamond studded collar. He lifts her head to meet his lips, and she lets out a sharp cry as he keeps thrusting between her legs with rough force. Then she comes. He pulls out to switch positions. OH MY GOD! I have just seen Connor’s ginormous penis.
IMCRYINGGGGG. THIS IS SO FUNNY OHMYGOD.
A new screen pops up, and my lips slowly fall. A raspy feminine voice blares through my speakers, “Yes, yes, right there! God, yes. Holy…!” Even in the darkened room, I can distinguish limbs. The girl’s tanned legs are split apart by the edge of the bed, her back curved upward. She clenches Ryke’s hair, his head between her thighs as he kneels on the ground, his body hidden by the bed frame. He didn’t mean to call me. It was a mistake.
BRO. RYKE, ARE YOU JOKING ME RIGHT NOW.
He lifts his head, and I see him for the first time as he kisses her knee. My insides twist. The look he’s giving her—it’s filled with I want you and you’re beautiful.
he's def imagining it's you, girl. don't worry.
I glare as a horrible image flashes through my head. Of some model fucking Daisy. Of her hands on his back, nails digging into his flesh as he pounds against her. It’s wrong. It looks wrong, even if she’s getting off. Because she’s not getting off by me. I want to rip the guy from her body. I want to fucking punch him in the face for separating her from me.
the jealousy scenes in this book are about to be INSANE. but ryke, you cannot be jealous when you have a girl beneath you and daisy is watching the entire thing....... SHE is the jealous one right now.
“I had a guy over tonight.” The temperature drops ten degrees. My head is fucking submerged beneath an ocean again, that gritty salt water sliding down my throat. I see an older guy fucking the hell out of her, and I almost kick the coffee table.
HE WANTS HER SO BAD. IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY.
“You can orgasm,” I tell her. “I’ve fucking heard you, sweetheart.”
RYKEE. YOU CAN'T SAY THAT. the only time she's ever is when she dreams of RYKE.
I let out a deep breath. “I miss you.” Fuck me. Why do I say shit like that to her? Because it’s the truth. She says, “It’s only been four days.” “Feels longer than that.” “Yeah, it does,” she says softly. “So what was your climbing time?” I almost smile. She remembered that I said I beat my last record. “Two minutes, fifty-three seconds, eighty feet of ascension.” “I’m proud of you,” she says. “Did you scream, ‘I am a Golden God’ when you reached the top?” “Only you do that, sweetheart.”
THEY'RE SO CUTE.
It was really fucking cute.
STOP ITTT.
Call you later?” “I’ll answer.” For you, I always fucking will.
I am worth less than the clothes I wear. I have always known this. A dress is treated with more humanity and kindness than I ever am.
“Everything!” the designer shouts at me. I flinch. “You gained weight since last I saw you.” “I didn’t,” I say. My pulse kicks up another notch. I didn’t. I know I didn’t. “We can measure her,” the stylist suggests. “This is wrong.” The designer touches the sleeve. “This is not on you right.” She tries to adjust the gown, but it looks right to me. I don’t see how my head is supposed to go where she’s pointing. That’s not how I wore it in the fitting. “No, no, no.” The designer pinches my slender waistline and then her hands fall to my ass. She stretches the fabric down and then squeezes my
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daisy, omg.
When I turn, I meet the
stop.
“Oh my God, he doesn’t have a rope!” I hear a woman yell the closer I am towards the top. She wears a helmet and stands beside her instructor, coming off a route with bolts. “I know,” Sully says, still sitting on the cliff. “That’s my friend.” His smile reaches his scraggily hair that covers his ears.
aw, stop. he's so supportive of ryke :')
“We don’t have a thing,” I tell him. He ignores me. “Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding, okay? I don’t have to be a groomsman or anything, but I do expect to be in the wedding pictures. I’m not against photo-bombing either.”
MY EYES ARE WATERING BRO. I HEARD RYKE'S FRIEND DIES FROM TIKTOK AND THIS IS HIS ONLY FRIEND SO....
and he seems so sweet omg.
She sniffs and tries to speak, but her voice falters. She’s been crying. My chest tightens. “Fuck. Daisy, what’s wrong?” She lets out a breath that shakes the sound from her lips, and then she inhales sharply and chokes like she’s unable to exhale. Fuck. Fuck. I rest my hand on my head. “Dais…” “I…I can’t…” She cannot have a fucking panic attack while I’m here and she’s there. “Shh, shh,” I tell her in the gentlest voice I can.
OMG STOP. :')
She pukes, but it turns back into a violent cough. Then she begins to breathe somewhat fucking normally. “Good girl,” I say.
I JUST TWEAKED OUT WTH. RYKE!!!
I am so emotionally involved with that girl. If someone told me she was crying two years ago, I would have called Lily or Rose to deal with it. But I want to be the one to protect Daisy. I want to be the one to hold her in my arms. I want to comfort her until she reanimates in pure fucking happiness. I don’t want to miss a day with her. I don’t want to be here while she’s there. And I can’t take back these feelings. I can’t go in reverse. I just drive forward at a hundred and fifty miles per hour. I’m racing towards her when I should be slamming on the fucking brakes. I know how to stop. But
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“Were you going to meet up with that weird fucking guy?” His eyes darken. I sense a hint of jealousy. Or maybe he’s just trying to protect me from Ian. Not jealous at all. “Didn’t you hear? He was a very uncomfortable pillow.” “I thought I was your fucking pillow.” I stiffen. “You didn’t want to be my pillow, remember? In fact, you told me to find a replacement.” “How’s that going for you?” he asks roughly. I can feel him tapping into his asshole side pretty fast. “Amazing,” I say. “Sleep has never been better.” “Must be why you have dark circles under your eyes.” “You caught me,” I say with a
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FINALLYYYYYY.
He says in a low masculine voice, “You don’t need to replace me. You can have me, sweetheart.” I pant for air. “Say that again.” His lips brush my ear, hot breath warming me. “How about I just fucking kiss you?” He finds my mouth again, and we attack like we’re thirsty for each other.
He breaks away again, this time to suck on my neck, his lips soft but the pressure hard and aggressive like him.
god, i'm just thinking of lo's reaction omg. lily is apparently gonna become their #1 supporter so hopefully she'll calm lo down......
The more he sucks, trailing a line to my breasts, the more my back arches, bucking against him. And in turn, his crotch drives a little harder into me.
THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING OMG.
He holds me securely, his arms firmly on my hips. And then he grinds forward, his dick right up against the spot that begins to ache and pulse.
My wolf.
i'm gonna ignore this!
“Every theory you’ve ever fucking had about men, I’m going to prove wrong,” he tells me.
LOVE to say; I TOLD YOU SOOO.
“I had a theory that not kissing is sexier than kissing.” I was so stupid. I could do this forever with Ryke. “I know,” he says. “And now?” His eyes fall to my lips. I smile bright. “Just fucking kiss me.” And he does, a grin lifting his lips.
I dig into him and clench his hair harder, and then I kiss the corner of his mouth, denying him my lips for a second. He tries to go forward to kiss me fully, and I resist, drawing back an inch. He stares at my mouth, his lips parted as he watches me with a lustful gaze. When I close the gap between us, my tongue runs against his, and his muscles harden. A groan catches in his throat.
HE WANTS HER SO BAD OMG.
“Calloway, I’d fuck you in every corner of every hallway and then do it over again for good measure.” My jaw unhinges. “And I’d be more likely to fuck you in a stairwell than on a bed.” “Why?” He combs his fingers through my hair and holds the back of my head. “It’s more fucking fun.” He kisses me strongly again, my whole body pulling towards him.
DANGG RYKE. this is happening so soon that i'm scared.
He turns his head from me and grips my waist hard. “Fuck,” he groans. His eyes fall to the way we’re pressed together, his cock rubbing along a throbbing place of mine.
HELLOOO.
“Would you be upset if I dated the model from the other night again?” His reaction says it all. He sets me on my feet with firm hands, and he clenches the railing on either side of me. Anger laces his dark eyes. “Do you want to date the other model?”
“I kissed you tonight because I want your lips to only touch mine. From now until forever. That’s the fucking truth.” He drops his hand.
yeah, lo's gonna kill you.
“We can tell them, or we can do this in private and wait until the age gap isn’t a big deal to them anymore.”
SECRET ROMANCE OMG.
He backs up a little, but as he watches me, he grimaces. It’s the same expression he had when I brought up Ian. “I’m going to spell it out for you,” he says, “because I’m still fucking worried you don’t understand what I want.” I smile. “Okay.” “We’re together,” he says pointblank. “I’m not going to be with anyone but you, even if no one else fucking knows that. We don’t date other people for show. They just think we’re single.”
Danger. That is alluring. And it’s what partially drew us together in the first place. I realize, right now, that this is the beginning of something new.
FORBIDDEN LOVE TO THE FULLEST.
Lo raises his arms as we walk down the hallway towards him. “I called you ten times. What the hell were you doing?”
AAAAAA. RYKE IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE. HE KISSED DAISY WHEN LOREN WAS ALSO HERE???!!!!
She looks to the other person next to my brother. Two inches taller stands Connor Cobalt.
oh, this is gonna be fun. connor can almost ALWAYS tell if someone is keeping a secret !
