The Girl He Marked

Book 2 Chapter 10

'Relax, I won't mark you until you want me to, but something tells me you would rather I do this

instead.'

I'm confused by his words for a moment, but then his hands are lifting my dress up, exposing my thong

to him.

'No,' I breathe, but the word comes out breathy and quiet as he runs his large hands over my flat

stomach and down the swell of my hips.

'No' He asks, his cool breath in my ear as his fingers slide my thong down to my knees.

'Yes,' I whisper, even quieter this time.

I close my eyes tightly shut and press my forehead against the wall, cursing myself for being so weak.

'Tell me to stop Lex, tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop,' he says hoarsely, and the second his

finger slides inside me, I know I won't say a word.

I remain silent, enjoying the feel of his hands on me. He reaches up and tweaks my nipple through my

dress and I lean back, laying my head on his chest.

'I don't know why you're fighting this,' he tells me, kissing down my neck.

My eyes fall closed, and I tell myself that this will be the last time we do this. I'll allow myself one last

treat.

The rasp of his zipper has my heart picking up and my nerves make an appearance again. He must

feel me tense up because his fingers speed up, his thumb circles my clit and I forget instantly why I

thought this was a bad idea.

His fingers withdraw and I whimper at the loss, but Rixon gently pushes me forward, placing my hands

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'Support yourself baby,' he grunts.

I lean forwards, he lifts my dress up to my hips, exposing my ass.

'So perfect,' he mutters, before I can register the sweet comment, he coats his cock in my juices and

pushes himself inside of me.

I bite down on my lip, hard. I'd forgotten how big he is, and I take deep breaths, trying to adjust to his

size.

'Are you okay I'm sorry,' he growls, and I can feel his body shaking, trying to remain still for me.

I can only manage a nod, but he seems to realize that's enough, because he slowly pulls out and then

slams back in and my fingers curl against the wall. My eyes squeeze shut as he picks up speed,

choosing a hard, fast rhythm that has my whole—body shivering with pleasure. His hands grip my hips

tightly, pulling me back to meet every thrust.

'You are mine,' he groans as I clench around him, and I don't have it in me to argue back.

His pace increases again, and I struggle to catch my breath at the speed he pounds into me, I press

my hands against the wall and look down at my feet, trying to keep my grounding. He slips his hand

around, under my dress and begins rubbing my clit and I curse because he knows it will be my

undoing.

I wanted to not come, I wanted to prove to him my body didn't want this. But he's fucked it.

Literally.

I clench down around him and moan loudly, my orgasm building. He pushes into me harder, and a tear

rolls down my face from the sweet pleasure of it all. I hear his breathing quicken and I know he is close

too.

Without any more warning, my orgasm hits and I cry out, his hand hurriedly clamps down on my mouth,

silencing the scream that almost came out. I can barely breathe let alone think as I ride out the

pleasure, I feel him release himself inside of me and then feel his body slump against mine, pressing

us both against the wall.

He moves his hand from my mouth, and I try to calm my breathing, I wince as he pulls out of me and

quickly cups my hand to catch the cum dripping out so that it doesn't touch my dress. He steps back

and hands me some tissue to clean myself up, I eye him warily as he goes in my bag and to my phone.

'Unlock it, please.'

I do as he asks, and he puts his number in my phone before slipping it back in my bag.

The sordidness of our actions hit me, and I cover my face with my hands. I just fucked my branded

mate within a few meters of my oblivious friends.

Or rather, he fucked me.

'Are you alright' He asks and I quickly straighten up, collecting my bag off him.

'I'm fine,' I mutter.

I make sure I'm decent in the mirror and then unlock the bathroom door. Before I can open it, he

reaches forward and puts his hand on the door, caging me in.

'What do you want now' I whisper, turning around to stare at his chest. He reaches under my chin and

lifts my face, so our eyes meet.

'A kiss.'

'Why' I ask, wondering why he's putting me through this.

'Because you're not some random girl that I fuck in secret in the bathroom,' he retorts, and I wince at

his words.

'I want to kiss my mate, and I don't have to have a reason for doing it,' he says gently, pressing his lips

to mine so I can't reply.

My eyes fall shut but I resist wrapping my arms around his neck, despite his hands holding me close to

him. I don't want to want him, but I do. He kisses me with such assurance, like he's trying to leave no

doubt in my mind that we're meant to be together.

As soon as he pulls away, I step out of his arms and rush out of the bathroom.

'See you tomorrow,' I hear him call out, but I ignore him and head outside.

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