We spent the day swimming and laughing, talking about everything we hadn’t talked about in too many years. We made love again, slowly this time. When he’d taken me before, it had been in passion, both of us hungry, burning with desire. I liked sex to be rough. I didn’t like to kiss. I didn’t like to be held. At least not until Jace. With him, I wanted to lie in his arms forever. I wanted to kiss him slowly, deeply, to taste him and to know him. I wanted him to watch me as he made love to me, and, when he did, when he lay on top of me, thrusting into me slowly, he did just that, our eyes open and locked on one another, watching each other in silence as we made love, orgasm coming on slowly, deeply, the tugging at my heart different than anything I’d ever felt before.
This was right. This was where I belonged, with Jace, lying in his arms. I’d dated a lot but had never been in love. I’d never felt like I did with Jace. I trusted him. I think that’s what it was: the trust. We’d built it then lost it only to regain it, and I would make sure I would not lose it again. I’d never felt happier or more fulfilled than I did during that Valentine’s Day weekend. What had started out so wrong had turned out so right. He’d had the courage to get us here, and I would be forever grateful for that.
The weeks following our return home were different, more like they used to be before I’d kissed him and felt like he’d rejected me. We were more than friendly to each other, and it was somehow easy. I liked being around Jace, and he felt the same, and I think we were both just appreciating our time together. Our renewed trust and friendship in addition to the other stuff.
But, apart from the tenderness, the attraction between us built and flared hot, creating an almost electrical charge between us, something that connected us, that would bind us forever. I knew it and he did, too, and although neither of us knew how this would play out, what would happen when we did tell our friends and parents that we were in love, all that mattered now was that we were together. I would take that. I would easily take that.
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Everything I believed was a lie. Everything except for her, the one person I blamed for it all.
MacKayla Simone was beautiful. She was sexy as hell. She was also the set-up.
Sex that rocked my world.
Rocked it to its very foundations because the next thing I knew, she and I made the headlines of every paper, every news channel across the country, and it cost me everything.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. That came when I learned who was behind the set-up. That was when I understood what it meant to be destroyed absolutely.
I don’t know why I went after MacKayla. She’d been a pawn just like me. But it was all I could do, all I had left. Hell, it was the one thing keeping me from tumbling into the abyss and never coming back into the light.
Find her. Find the girl who’d fucked me. Find her and make her pay.
I didn’t know who Slater Vaughn was, but if I had, it wouldn’t have mattered. Not when my sister was in trouble. I would have done what I did anyway. You can judge me. You can call me a whore. But I would have done it anyway.
One night, they’d said. Make him want you, let him have you. Easiest money in the world for just one night of my life.
Only it wasn’t one night because that night obliterated Slater Vaughn, and he came after me. He told me I owed him, and truthfully, I did. Hell, maybe those years in hiding, I’d been waiting for him to find me. To punish me. To make me pay.
Maybe I sought his forgiveness all along.
But now that he had me, how far would he take this game? Slater Vaughn was a broken man. He had nothing left to lose. What was to keep him from taking me with him into his darkness?
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For the sixth day this week, I watched Elle Vega walk out of the trendy café, wave good-bye to her friends, and climb into her shiny, new VW Bug. Yellow. Compliments of Daddy, no doubt. I knew for a fact she had a Mini sitting in the garage at home, too, but she wouldn’t bring that around this group. No, she had to maintain the appearance she was like them. Like her friends. She’d then take the long way to her condo in the West Village. Tiny, charming, absurdly overpriced. Perfect for the rich little bitch.