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“I would always rather be happy than dignified.” —Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Whether I was corrupting or being corrupted…I loved how it made me feel.
“Is mine until school ends. I will eat it, fuck it, play with it, and sleep in it if I want to. And I want to. I wanna do all those things to you.”
“We’re going to be exclusive. If I catch you spreading those toned legs for anyone else, he’s gonna regret he was born with a dick.” Oh yeah? Was he going to resist all the temptation that was swarming around him like bad BO at Coachella? As if reading my mind, he added, “My cock will only have two homes. Your mouth and your pussy. Ass, too, if you’re feeling adventurous.”
Booze and eighteen-year-old jocks who are hung like a horse made this girl hella happy.
“You’re it. You’re so. Fucking. It. Smart, sassy, and witty, and unimpressed with all the wealth and bullshit drama around you. You have no idea how hot you are. Which makes you even hotter. This is fucking happening, baby. We’re happening.”
Dean Cole had his elbows on his desk, leaning forward, drinking her words like they were oxygen. And Vicious? He looked at her like she was his.
Jaime: So lost. So confused. So fucking mine. Owning someone has never felt this good.
If Vicious was the evil one, and Dean was the stoner one, and Trent was the lost, beautiful soul searching for its mate, Jaime was the cement that glued them together. He was the guy you could always count on. And I was starting to count on him too.
“You feel pretty manly to me,” I breathed out, all jelly-legged with half-mast eyes.
“And you feel like a woman worthy of a fight, Ms. Greene.”
Dancing was my life. But Jaime? Jaime is my life, I realized.
“Men with big cocks have fragile hearts. You know the saying: big cock, big heart. Well, I’m proof it’s true.”
Because I think about you before I think about myself. Always remember that, Little Ballerina. Always.
Jaime was my anchor now. I had no one to trust but him.
I placed my hands on top of his, still nestled in my hair, holding me still. “The truth is…I love you.”
It’s our beautiful chaos, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
“It’s a truth. And sometimes, when you piss me off, it’s a dare. But it’s my life, and you’re a part of it. Always and forever,” I say.
