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“Are you scared of me, Cecily?” “No.”
Not even your fucking prince.”
It’s a small kiss, way too soft compared to everything he’s done. Actually, the softest thing he’s done.
“Next time, I’ll draw your virgin blood.” “There will be a next time?” I ask, a little scared, a little excited.
“Oh, there will be a next time.” He strokes my hair back. “You’ll be mine to do with as I please.”
“What if I don’t want to?” “I was...
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“I won’t have sex with you, Cecily. I will fuck you.”
I don’t know how long I stand at the side of Cecily’s bed.
reach out a thumb and wipe away those tears, smear them on the tiny freckles, then crush them between my fingers.
She’s probably sad that it’s not her fucker of a prince who came to claim her in the middle of the night.
I know because that’s when I first figured out her identity.
The fuck is wrong with this girl and her being so out there? And it’s ten times weirder considering her poor relations with the outside world.
It’s why I knew she was drunk when she sent me that DM in which she said she wanted to be chased and taken down. A message that I’m sure was meant for Landon.
she wouldn’t have sent that to me or him if s...
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I was plotting the raid of the Serpents' local compound with the guy...
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At first, I threw the phone in my pocket and ignored it, like I’ve been ignoring her for...
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“Why the fuck did you come to that initiation, Cecily?”
That one puts a smile on my face. Jesus.
“You need to stop forcing labels on yourself.”
I’ll figure out her secret and drag it out of her kicking and screaming.
I quietly close her laptop and make a mental note to hack into it again later to dig deeper into her search history.
Everything okay? Is Jeremy still bothering you? Bothering. That’s what she told him? That I was bothering her?
I’ll be careful. That’s my Ces. Stay safe. I mean it. My Ces. My. Ces.
was a raging volcano because Cecily sent me a DM that was probably supposed to be for Landon.’
Fuck. They’d have a field day if they found out I was interested in a girl.
Be here tonight. Seven p.m. Don’t be late.
I’ll show her who the actual monster is in this equation.
What the hell have I done?
an ache between my legs, and a huge bite mark on my neck.
Be here tonight. Seven p.m. Don’t be late. It’s Jeremy.
Such as not getting involved with someone like Jeremy. Sexually or not.
Because that’s what Jeremy Volkov does. He’s a man with no boundaries, ethics, or limits. And if last night is any indication, then I’ve only witnessed the tip of his intensity.
Why? What will happen there at seven?
Why am I so affected by this? By him? Because you know he’s probably the only one who’ll incinerate the limits you’re so scared to cross.
How’s the hangover?
Why is he asking that? It can’t be because he’s worried about me like the way Ava left me some pharmaceutical remedies and painkillers on the side table. Those definitely helped.
Lisichka? What does that mean? Lisichka? Little fox.
Do as you’re told. I thought it was only a suggestion. My suggestions are your orders.
Yes, sir. Not. The fucking attitude.
It’s true. All I ever wanted was to avoid Jeremy, so why
You still search for me. Did you miss the part where I want to avoid you? I only read the part where you want to see me. I don’t want to see you.
Messaging Jeremy wasn’t a drunken mistake. It was what I was secretly yearning for since that night at the Heathens’ mansion.
He’s going to chase me.
There’s a presence behind me. Tall, harsh, and darker than the night.
We’re anonymous now.
But then he’s on me. His muscular chest pushes into me from behind, firm and unyielding. I don’t have to see it, but I feel his height dwarfing my frame.
He’s tall and intimidating. Dark and alluring. He’s every fucked-up fantasy and more.
I’m met by the neon-orange mask. The same mask he wore that first time he chased me.
Either put an end to it now and leave or agree to my terms and run.”
I’m the good girl Cecily. The mediator. Daddy’s little girl. But all of those titles vanish into thin air as I dart past him and run outside.
