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He reaches behind him and slams my front door closed. “To the point of insanity, Sonnet.”

His hand is a blur as it comes toward me, grabbing me around my throat and pulling me against him as his lips land heavily on mine. Despite the brutality of the move, I’m melting in his arms. His lips move against mine as if he already had the shape of them memorized. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, asking me to open for him, and I do. Our tongues dance together as thunder crashes against the windows, shaking my apartment just as Miles shakes my soul.

My throat is freed as his hands go to my hips, dragging me down to the ground as his mouth leaves mine and begins its descent along my throat. His hands have no trouble finding my zipper, dragging the metal down my back until I can feel the cool air around me nipping at my skin.

He pulls his mouth away, green eyes boring into mine as he begins to pull the leather bodysuit off me. The material sticks to my heated skin, and Miles growls at the difficulty. His hands come to my chest and pull at the leather until a loud ripping sound fills the air. As soon as I feel the air on my stomach, my hands move to cover me. Despite his pretty words, the self-loathing still has its hold on me.

Miles growls and grabs my hands, pinning them to the floor. “Don’t. Don’t hide your body from me. I plan on kissing every inch of you, and if you don’t let me, I’ll chain you to the floor myself.”

Slowly, he removes his hands from mine and continues ripping at the bodysuit until I’m lying there with only a pair of ruined fishnets to cover me. He looks down and runs his fingers along the threaded material, a small smirk coming to his face. “I think I’ll leave you in these.”

Before I can open my mouth to ask why, his lips are on me again. Just as he promised, he works to kiss every inch of me. Anywhere he can reach, his mouth leaves wide, open-mouth kisses until I’m shivering from his touch. Little moans break free of my lips as he starts working his way up my legs, getting closer and closer to the apex of my thighs.

Arms slide under my legs and pull them apart, baring me to him. I move to cover myself again, and his head shoots up, raising a single eyebrow my way. I lower my hands back down as he licks his lips and lowers his mouth to me.

The first swipe of his tongue has my back bowing off the ground. By the second, I’m moaning his name. My clit gets caught between his teeth and my hands leave their position on the ground to dig into his hair, shamelessly shoving him closer to my pussy. I feel myself dripping with every second, but he doesn’t let any of it go to waste.

His tongue slides into me as he reaches up, rubbing at my clit until my mouth isn’t forming words anymore - just loud, wanton noises that have him smiling against my thighs.

He pulls his mouth away as a finger slides in, quickly finding that spot inside me that has me seeing stars. He adds another finger and lowers his mouth back down, closing his lips around my clit and sucking until I’m screaming out my release. My vision goes back as my body shakes, my thighs closing around his head and trapping him there until my mind slowly comes back down from the high.

He withdraws his fingers and sits up, his tongue swiping across his lips to catch any of my cum that got on him. “God, Sonnet, you taste like fucking heaven.”

I reach up and unbutton his pants. “Why don’t you come see if I feel like it, too?”

He laughs and gets to work on his pants, tossing them to the ground beside us before pulling his shirt over his head. My eyes drop to the obvious bulge in his underwear, the black material hugging every curve and imprint. He’s the perfect size. Big enough to make me see stars but not big enough to hurt. My mouth waters as he slides off his underwear, freeing his cock and letting it bounce up to his stomach.

God, I bet he tastes like heaven.

My hand reaches out to grab him, but he stops me and shakes his head. “We’ll have plenty of time for you to taste me, Sonnet. Tonight is about making sure you know just how crazy I am about you.” Miles leans down and presses his lips to mine, kissing me gently as he lines himself up to enter me. “You understand that once I do this, there is no going back. You’re mine, Sonnet. No more running.”

I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, watching his eyes flutter at the movement. “I know.”

I think I’ve known for a long time that if I ever said yes to Miles Cole, I wouldn’t ever be the same. Maybe that’s why I refused to see the truth about what happened all those years ago. It would be simpler if he didn’t love me. It would mean I couldn’t get hurt.

Except…losing him hurt more than loving him ever could. I let people in my head. I let them tell me I wasn’t worthy enough until I finally started believing it.

But Miles knew the truth.

He knew that me and him…we were unavoidable. I’ve always been his, and he’s always been mine. Seven years apart and the words of a few mean girls weren’t enough to keep us from finding each other again.

I thought, all this time, that I was teaching him a lesson about friendship. I thought I was showing him that you can’t betray friends and then expect them to forgive you. It was really him giving me a lesson though - in love. He was teaching me that what we have doesn’t go away. It doesn’t disappear. It can survive through all this turmoil and only come out stronger.

We came out stronger.

And I’m done believing in the words of mean girls.

Miles Cole is mine, and I’m his. He loves me – every imperfect inch of me.

Mercedes can suck it.

Miles’ hand on my face brings me back to the present, making me realize I had spaced out a bit before. “You okay? If this is too soon…”

I shake my head and give him a soft smile. “It’s not. I just…” My head tilts to the side, the rough floor scraping at my head as I look up at him. “I love you, Miles.”

His head drops to mine. “And I love you, Sonnet. Always have.”

He pulls away and my eyes narrow as I smirk up at him, pushing my hips into his. “Prove it.”