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  “You sure you want to know?” I ask, lying on my side, toying with her nipples. She’s naked, a sheet covering her from the waist down. So fucking beautiful. A picture of innocence, ready to be broken. But I don’t know if she’s ready just yet.

  She nods, and I start to speak.

  “She was an artist, that’s one thing you need to know about her,” I begin. I take Lola Grace’s hand in my own and guide it all over my skin, where the dark ink seeps into my pores. “See this? All the tattoos over me. They’re all her artwork.”

  Her brow furrows, as I expected it would. I’m sure she’s jealous—she’s proven plenty of times to be the jealous type. But soon, she will understand.

  “I’m getting one for you one day,” I tell her solemnly, and she giggles.

  “That’s so cheesy.”

  “You won’t think so when you see it, kitten.”

  I pull her into my embrace until she’s inches away, her long lashes like fans against those rosy pink cheeks. She’s so fucking beautiful. And finally, she’s mine. All mine to devour, destroy, and put back together, piece by perfect piece.

  “I met her in high school,” I continue. “She was different. I’d dated girls before—and a few women—even fucked a few. But all of them… they were kind of, what’s the term… vanilla?”

  She giggles. “And you’re what, mint chocolate chip?”

  “Exactly.” I kiss her nose tenderly, my fingers traveling down her spine and making her shiver. “I didn’t get what I wanted, ever. I wanted to be rough. Wanted to fuck someone until they begged for me to stop, at the same time being afraid I’d pull out.”

  She blushes, and her fingernails dig into my sides. Jealous little vixen.

  “Quinn was different; I knew it from the moment I saw her. She was artistic, always carried a sketchbook with her. Her style was as colorful as she was, and when I met her, she had bright blue hair.”

  “But you prefer pink, right?” Lola Grace asks, and I laugh out loud, remembering the ridiculous wig she wore the first time I met her.

  “Definitely pink,” I reply. “Pink is my favorite.”

  “Go on,” she urges me softly, tracing the tips of her fingers across my inked chest. I indulge her.

  “We slept together soon after meeting, too soon. We were both eighteen,” I confess. “She was crazy in bed. Used to love playing with wax, toys, anything she could get her paws on. And I loved pushing her limits.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat, knowing the hard part is coming up. “And one day, I pushed them too far.”

  “What do you mean?” Lola Grace asks quietly.

  “I fucked her raw. I tied her down. I saw how much she loved it, her moans echoing from the walls of the room. I used every toy, every knot I knew of to get her off. She was in a different place. Somewhere I couldn’t get her back. This happened often when we had sex. She’d go somewhere else, a place of pure bliss. But she wasn’t herself there. She was nothing but my fuck toy. All she felt was pleasure. She couldn’t do a thing.”

  Lola Grace stops touching me, and I know she’s pissed, but I keep talking.

  “Every time this happened, Quinn came back within minutes and demanded more. But this time, she didn’t.”

  Her eyes are on me, inquisitive and demanding to know the whole story.

  “She slipped into a place deep inside her, somewhere I couldn’t reach her. I thought she was scaring me on purpose, she did stupid shit like that sometimes. Once I fell on the asphalt and cracked my knee open, and she tried to make me cut her so we could compare our blood.” I shake my head. “It was fucked up. And I fucked her up even more. Until there was no going back.”

  “What did you do then?” Lola Grace asks. “After she didn’t respond?”

  “I called an ambulance. And then my parents. Biggest fucking mistake of my life,” I tell her, fisting her hair in my palms. “They took her away. Told me she was in an institution. I put her there. Quinn was an orphan, she lived with a foster family. They paid for the treatment.”

  “But it was a lie,” Lola Grace whispers, and I nod.

  “She did get treatment. She got diagnosed as manic depressive. She retreated into herself, but she came back after what happened between us. But my parents never told me that.”

  Her hand is back on me and she strokes me softly.

  “They told her I knew about the baby. Told her I didn’t want her in my life. She was a nuisance.” I can barely feel my anger back, having only found out about this a short while ago. “You know the rest.”

  “It wasn’t your fault,” Lola Grace tells me. “None of it was your fault.”

  “A part of me died with her,” I admit openly. “Sometimes, I think you’ll bring it back. But you never will.” Her face falls, but I’m not done talking just yet.

  “You gave me a new piece to fill the hole with,” I tell her. “A broken and damaged and complicated-as-fuck puzzle, but it makes me feel… You make me feel whole again, kitten.”

  She strokes me silently, and we lie together in silence until we fall asleep. She doesn’t mention my confession again. She lets Quinn rest in peace. Just the way I want her to.

  My future is Lola Grace, and that’s all that matters.

  18

  Epilogue - Lola Grace

  3 months later

  His fingers are roaming my body, teasing my nipples into obeying him. He twists them between his fingertips, making them pebble and stand to attention when his hot breath caresses my skin. I moan, arching my back for him just the way he likes it.

  In a second, he flips me over until I’m on my tummy. I dig my nails into the sheets, moaning his name as he lifts my ass up and circles my tight puckered hole. I gasp when he touches me there, still unused to having him touch me in that area. I promised him he could have it, though, and it took us such a long time to finally do this… Over three months until I finally let him claim the last part of me.

  “Spread them,” he orders me, and with a long, sensual moan, I part my legs at the knees, giving him more room. He reaches around me, offering me his fingers, and I lick them long and hard until they’re dripping. With his free hand, he smooths down my hair.

  “Good fucking girl,” he says, and I whimper when his finger gets back between my legs. He circles my clit first, the little bundle of nerves so ready for him it’s already throbbing. I want him in my pussy so fucking badly, but for the first time, I want him somewhere else, too.

  I’m desperate to have him in my ass and the idea makes me feel so fucking dirty I blush deeply just thinking about it.

  He positions his cock at my entrance, and slowly, so slowly, he pushes inside, until just the tip is between my pussy lips, ready to plunge into the wetness.

  “Please, Sir,” I beg him. “Fuck my cunt.”

  “You know how to beg better than that,” he whispers in my ear, his fingertips trailing down my back. “Come on, kitten. Show me how badly you fucking want it.”

  The words slipping out of my mouth, begging him for more, begging him for him, would make me blush any other day, but right now, in the heat of the moment, I’m ready to say anything just to feel him fucking me intensely.

  “Please, Sir, I need to feel your cock pumping inside me, need to feel you fucking me,” I say in a low throaty voice, and he finally shows me some mercy and plunges his dick inside me excruciatingly slowly.

  “Ahh,” I cry out when he’s fully inside. “You feel so good, Sir, so fucking good.”

  Sometimes I think I’ll never get used to him, his size and his girth. Sometimes I’m convinced my pussy gets tighter every time we fuck, and that’s why it still hurts from time to time… But I love it.

  He fucks me slowly, impaling me on his cock with every thrust of his powerful hips. I’m moaning in seconds, and as his hands grab my ass and pull me forward, I let him, my nails digging further into the sheets.

  He’s palming my ass, toying with me. We both know what’s going to happen yet he’s going to take h
is sweet time, and he’s going to enjoy this. I wish he’d touch me there, the place that’s been forbidden all this time while I gathered up the courage. But now, I’m finally going to belong to him completely.

  His finger suddenly roams south and I gasp when he touches my tight puckered hole. My whole body starts to shake, but he grabs my hips with his free hand, wrapping it around my tummy.

  “Shhh, kitten, it’s all right,” he promises me. “I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

  “But I want this,” I cry out. “I want it so badly, don’t make me wait, please.”

  He chuckles and slowly, so slowly, his finger slips over my hole, massaging it gently. It’s almost too much for me and I arch my back for him as he keeps fucking me. I’m about to cum, and I think he knows it. My pussy is clenching around his cock, milking it for all its worth.

  “Cum for me, Lola Grace,” he tells me, and I gasp as the first waves of my orgasm wash over me. “Cum, kitten, just for me, right the fuck now.”

  I let out a long throaty moan just in time for him to slip the finger inside my ass. I freeze for a second, completely still and not moving an inch as he moves his fingertip inside my ass. And then he slams his hips inside me again, fucking me raw and making me gasp out loud.

  “Jesus,” I breathe. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

  He keeps fucking my cunt, pushing his finger deeper inside me, and I am gone in seconds. He fucks me so hard that wave after wave of pure pleasure engulfs me until I’m not sure who I am and what I’m doing; I am only aware of his cock expanding inside me, his finger claiming my last hole and making me his.

  I feel like I’m about to pass out, my hips swaying to the side, but he makes me stay in place. Suddenly, his cock leaves my pussy and I gasp, then whimper in protest.

  I feel him reach for something and next thing I know, my ass is drenched in something cold and wet, and then the tip of his cock is pushing against my entrance.

  “Oh god,” I cry out. “Oh my fucking god, Max, please!”

  “Such a good girl,” he tells me, the words instantly making me wetter. “My good little girl.”

  My ass is dripping with the lube he just put on, and he plunges his cock inside me in one go, smoothing down my hair as he enters me.

  “I’m sorry, kitten, I can’t fucking wait,” he tells me breathlessly. “I’m sorry if it hurts, I just need to be inside you.”

  I gasp and gasp and gasp again, the sensation of having him filling up my last hole so fucking intense, so damn dirty, I can’t take it anymore. He only thrusts two times, filling me up in a way I never dreamed possible, and I hear him grunt, ready to explode inside me.

  “Please, Sir, I need your cum,” I beg him. “I need you to cum inside my ass now.”

  He pulls my hair back and I moan, giving him my hands to hold behind my back. He does so with one hand, his free one going to my clit and driving me wild with stroking, circling motions.

  I cum again, thrashing underneath him and begging, for what I don’t know. And when I feel him explode inside my tight hole, I cry out his name, and the orgasm finally takes over, pushing me over the edge. My eyes are heavy-lidded and I crash on the bed, my body awash with these incredible feelings, his cum dripping out of me, rendering me speechless. I see black spots in front of my eyes and I know I’m about to pass out when Max grabs ahold of me, stroking my whole body gently.

  I reach for him, and he grunts when my hand wraps around his cock. I can barely move, somewhere between passing out and consciousness, and I pull him closer until his cock is inches away from me. I look up at him as I lean my face down, giving him a single long lick and filling my mouth with the taste of him.

  “Fucking shit,” Max breathes, running his hands through his hair. “Jesus, kitten, don’t stop doing that, please.”

  I clean his dick like a good girl, and he nearly cums again. But I pull away just in time to make him laugh and shake his head at me.

  “Such a bad girl,” he says, climbing back on the bed with me. He wraps me up in his arms and kisses my forehead tenderly.

  My fingers trace his skin, stopping on my favorite part of it, the tattoo he got for me. A girl in a red dress, looking just like me, motioning for someone to come closer. It’s fucking perfect.

  “Thank you for that, kitten,” he tells me, and strokes my hair softly. “Did you like it?”

  “Yes,” I nod, feeling myself blushing.

  He leans on one arm, and his fingers slide over my slightly protruding belly.

  “I hope we didn’t disturb this one too much,” Max grins, and I laugh along with him.

  “I’m sure Brat is fine,” I tell him with a wide grin, but he doesn’t stop stroking my belly. I’m only three months pregnant now, but he cannot resist the chance to touch me, feel how swollen my belly is starting to get.

  We’ve started calling the baby Brat, since we’re not going to ask about the gender. I don’t really care, and neither does Max. All that matters is that we’re together.

  After lounging in the bed for an hour or so, we finally decide it’s time for some food. We fucked for so long it’s actually gotten light outside, and we stand on our terrace watching the sun rise above the ocean.

  It’s beautiful where we are now. Completely different than the metropolitan bustle of the city. We live on the beach, in a tiny town where nobody knows our name. Just the way we fucking like.

  Max is still doing some small legal jobs, while I’m staying at home and doing my schoolwork online. We don’t need to worry about money, not for a long time.

  After Stacy’s father found out what happened, he gave us back all the money my mother paid and then some. We agreed not to go to court, even though the contract we’d signed was now void according to Max. But I didn’t want my nasty past tainting our beautiful future.

  So we were reimbursed heavily by Stacy’s father, which bought us this beautiful house. Not too long after, I realized I was pregnant. I guess birth control isn’t a hundred percent reliable, of course. And while I was terrified at first, I’ve grown to love the idea of a baby growing in my belly. A part of me and Max no one can ever take from me.

  Max’s hands come to rest on my belly and he hands me a cup of coffee. No caffeine, of course, which makes me glare at him and makes him chuckle. Cat is out on the terrace too, lying precariously close to the fence, but never straying too far away from us. He loves it here, loves being outside and hunting.

  The sun comes up over the ocean and my gold ring glitters on my finger. I am officially Mrs. Rivers now, as of a week ago. Max finally made me his in a tiny ceremony with only two witnesses we didn’t know, and the priest.

  “How do you feel?” he whispers in my ear.

  And I think back to all that we’ve been through.

  My mother, who has now lost the mayoral race, and has retreated into solitude after the scandal with her first husband came out.

  Max’s parents, who’ve declared bankruptcy yet again. The truth about Quinn coming out when her parents dug deeper with Max’s help. They might go to jail for what they did to her, he says.

  I don’t know what happened to my former friends. Last thing I heard, Brett and Jack had recovered from their injuries but got kicked out of university. And as for Stacy, I know her father is keeping an iron grip on her and she’s not allowed to leave his home. Serves her fucking right.

  I slide a hand over Max’s, and I lean over my shoulder to kiss him deeply.

  “Perfect,” I tell him.

  And I’m not lying. Being here in paradise with him, his fingers on my belly, his lips on mine, is the best I’ve felt my whole life. And I know this is merely the beginning.

  “Good,” he breathes against my neck. “That’s good, kitten.”

  And life is good.

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