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A fter spending the last four days with Alexander by my side, it feels a little weird to be without him. Which I know is ridiculous, and it’s not like I’m reliant on him or anything, but as I make my way to my last class of the day, I’m no longer in the mood to be here. Every girl on campus has been glaring at me all day, and when I made it to lunch I figured out why. Both Hallie and Maddie were there, gushing about the pictures of Alexander and me on Saturday night, and it left me feeling anxious. I’m not scared of Ben or anything, but given what he has already done, I can only imagine the photographs will make things worse. Especially if the reaction of the female population on campus is anything to go by.

It’s a thought that has me changing direction, and instead of heading to class I decide to go in search of Alexander. I know he’s supposed to be in class too, but one of the guards confirmed he went home already, so that’s where I’m heading. It feels kind of weird having someone follow me around, but they’ve been polite enough, so I can’t really complain. My dad has also been checking in non-stop, and fully supports having the guards around me, so there was no way I was getting out of it.

Once I reach the house, I knock at first, but there is no answer, and then I feel a little weird about knocking, considering I’ve been staying here and all my stuff is here too, so I push inside. Downstairs is empty given all the guys are in class, so I can only presume Alexander is in his room, or maybe I have missed him. I head upstairs to check anyway, and as I get closer I hear muffled voices, one belonging to Alexander, and another belonging to a girl.

Given recent history and discoveries, I can’t stop myself from storming inside, flinging the door open, and startling them both. The girl, whoever she is, is beautiful, because of course she is, and she is leaning back in Alexander’s desk chair while he is kneeling at her feet. Their position is too close to be casual, and a wave of betrayal washes over me, especially when he turns and looks at me in confusion.

“Aubree? What are you doing here?” he asks, not moving from his position on his knees, and tears burn the back of my eyes.

“What am I doing here?” I scoff, looking between them, and at least the girl has the sense to look uncomfortable, picking up on the tension. “What are you doing here? How long has this been going on?” I ask, hating myself for needing the answer, but fuck, this stings more than Ben and Malorie.

“Duchess and I?” Alexander asks, still confused, looking at her before shrugging. “About five years technically, but right now, like an hour,” he replies easily, like he isn’t shredding my heart in two, and I look at him in disbelief.

“So what the fuck was I?” I yell, and he frowns, placing his hand on her thigh and squeezing it gently as he rises to his feet, but still I push on. “I mean, I should have fucking known, everyone told me what a massive player you were, and I let myself forget and now here you are with her.”

It’s only now he has the audacity to allow his eyes to widen. “What? No, she’s not, we’re not,” he shakes his head vehemently. “Aubree, she is just a friend,” he tells me with a firm tone, but it’s too late.

“Please,” I scoff, looking between them. “This was probably all just some big game for the poor little rich boy who never gets told no, right?” I ask, kicking myself for being so stupid, for falling for his charm and allowing myself to be caught up in all of this.

“It’s not like that,” he claims, taking a step toward me, but I hold my hand up to stop him from coming closer.

“You’re a liar, at least Ben was honest about trying to fuck me,” I spit, and he blinks back as if I have slapped him in the face.

“Is that before or after he fucked your best friend,” he snaps, and his words hit me with so much force I’m surprised I don’t stumble.

“Alexander,” the girl says his name with a cursed cringe, but neither of us pay her any attention.

“All you’ve done from the moment I met you is try and worm your way into my pants.” And I almost let him.

“All I’ve done?” he repeats in disbelief. “That’s all I’ve done? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” he asks, closing the distance between us. “What about signing on to be your tutor just so I could spend more time with you? Or taking you to see your mother when no one else would? Or buying your apartment building, or hell, buying the fucking bar we met in?” he lists off, throwing it all in my face, and bile rises in the back of my throat.

“Don’t forget you paid two grand for the security footage first?” Duchess cuts in, and Alexander and I both cut her a glare, but she just shrugs apologetically.

“Can you give us a minute,” Alexander sighs, completely exasperated, and she flicks her stare between both of us.

“But watching you squirm is fun,” she complains, and his head snaps toward her again.

“Duchess, please,” he tries again, and she holds her hands up in mock surrender.

“Whatever you need, rich boy,” she drawls, giving me one last sympathetic smile, but I ignore her.

We both watch her leave the room, and when I meet his stare this time, he looks pissed off. Well good, because so am I.

“You said that bar was a good investment,” I toss back, unable to think of anything else to say, and he huffs a humorless laugh.

“Oh please, that place is a fucking shit hole and you know it,” he scoffs in outrage, shaking his head. “But I still fucking bought it, and I did that because I knew from the second I met you that you were special. And as for everything else, well, I did that because I couldn’t stop myself, because with every glare and barb I have fallen deeper and deeper into your trap. I haven’t so much as looked at another girl since the moment I met you, Aubree, and I’d never fucking cheat on you. In fact, I’m pretty sure I have been madly in love with you from the moment you walked away from me in that bar.”

I blink back at his confession. “You’re not in love with me.”

He only smiles. “Yeah, Trouble, I am.”

We remain in a stare off for a few seconds, mostly because I can’t believe what he just said, and just as I open my mouth to respond, another voice beats me to it. “Okay I probably should have left when you told me to, because now this feels really personal,” Duchess starts, and we turn to find her, stepping out from the hallway with an awkward smile. “Aubree, it’s nice to officially meet you, been low key stalking you for months now thanks to him, oh and I’m a huge lesbian and wouldn’t touch him if he were the last man on earth,” she tells me with a smile, openly checking me out. “You however, well I can see why this misogynistic asshole is so smitten.”

I look back at Alexander, but he only rolls his eyes, and it’s only now I see it, the friendship between them, and I feel a little stupid.

“Sorry, it’s nice to meet you,” I reply sheepishly, and she shrugs, as if it’s no big deal, before focusing back on Alexander.

“I expect hazard pay for this,” she warns him, but he shoves her playfully out of the room.

“Just get out and go and do your fucking job,” he calls out down the hall as her footsteps retreat, before stepping inside and slamming the door. “Now what am I going to do with you?” He storms toward me, not stopping until his hand is around my throat and he is pushing me against the wall. “It seems you need to be punished again, love, since you didn’t learn your lesson the first time.”

His thumbs ghosts across my lips possessively as I breathe, “Then maybe you need to punish me harder.”

My words have his eyes darkening and his hand tightening. “Don’t tempt me, Trouble, not when I am hanging by a thread every time I am near you.”

“Hanging by a thread?” I repeat half-dazed, and he nods, leaning in closer to breathe me in.

“Yes, Aubree, I’m fucking desperate for you,” he grits against my mouth, barely tasting me, taunting me, and my entire body comes alive beneath him. “So tell me to stop, baby, because I am fucking powerless when it comes to you.”

I’m already shaking my head, knowing that even though I denied it, this thing between us is more than either of us was ready for, but that’s the thing about falling, you can’t be caught.

“Kiss me,” I demand, and he slams his lips to mine before I can even finish getting the words all the way out, like he was too far gone to wait another second. His mouth captures mine and everything else fades away, as his tongue traces my lips and I give in to him completely. Our tongues lash against one another as our need for the other takes over, and my hands reach up and fist the back of his hair, holding him to me.

I angle my head to deepen the kiss, my tongue eagerly exploring his mouth, pulling an anguished moan from the back of my throat, as I silently beg for more. His hands dip down, grabbing my waist in a vice-like grip and then he’s lifting me effortlessly, until my legs wrap around him. His mouth trails down my jaw and neck, his fingers desperately pulling at the cardigan I am wearing, tearing at the bows holding it closed.

When he finally rips it open and pushes it open across my shoulders, his eyes trail over my exposed skin in awe, taking in the sleek black lace. “Fuck, love, I’m so fucking hard for you,” he hisses, the truth of his words pressing against my pussy in the most addictive way, and I roll my hips against him, pulling a groan from the back of his throat.

I drag him by the back of the neck until his lips are back on mine, and his hands grip my jaw, tilting my head so he can deepen the kiss even further, dragging my tongue along his like he can’t get enough of me. My knees are so weak they would buckle if I were still standing, but still his movements are urgent, hungry, and my whole body begins to beg for release as I moan into his mouth. Something about the sound sends him crazy, because he pulls me even harder against his body, pinning me thoroughly between him and the wall. His thick, steel length is rock hard against my pussy and stomach, and there is an aching pressure building in my core, but I need more.

“Alexander, please,” I cry, just so fucking desperate to feel more of him, and he smirks against the juncture of my throat, pulling back and watching in delight, as I roll my hips against him.

“Do you know I love it when you beg, Aubree?” he taunts, bringing his hands to my tits and cupping them roughly, his thumbs toying with my nipples until they are hard and aching. “I remember punishing your sweet mouth, and these pretty tits of yours,” he growls, mesmerized by the way my body moves against his, as he drags his rough hands across my skin. “But I think you need me to punish something else, don’t you baby?” he asks, sliding his fingers down to my inner thighs and trailing them toward my pussy, until I am squirming and desperate. “Want me to play with you, Trouble?” he teases, delicately dragging his fingers against my lace-covered core and I am panting and nodding in silent pleas. “Want me to finger this cunt until it’s gushing against me?” I’m already mad with need, nodding vigorously, and his smirk is devilish. “Say please.”

“Please, Alexander, please,” I cry, needing to feel his touch more than I have ever needed anything.

“Mmm, such a good little sinner.”

He stares down at me, watching me closely as he slowly moves my panties to the side, stroking one long finger over my core, massaging my clit with expert precision. I bite my lips to fight against my moan, but it only makes him smirk wider, his finger move faster, and my head drops back against the wall as I cry out in pleasure.

“Do you know how good it’s going to be to feel this cunt fluttering around my cock as I stretch you open?” he asks, his words drenched in lust, and for the first time in my life I want it.

I want to fuck him. I want him to fuck me. I want to say goodbye to the stupid notion of my purity once and for all. And it’s not out of spite, or lust, or jealousy, it’s because I finally feel connected to someone. Alexander Reign came into my life and disrupted everything. He ruined what I thought I knew, and now I want to ruin him. Ruin him so that every girl before me knows he belongs to me and only me from now on.

“Fuck me, Alexander,” I pant out on a breathless moan, making his eyes widen in surprise. “I want you to fuck me, and make me yours.”