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I look at him, bewildered. “I will do no such thing.”

“Must be hiding something then.”

“Fuck you, Branson.”

He chuckles. “Oh, you’re about to.”

He pushes my body over the side of the couch, his hand in my hair as the other slides against my thigh, inching higher to the hem of my dress. A collective gasp is heard.

“Branson, stop. Everyone is going to see,” I plead as I struggle against him.

“I don’t give a fuck if these cameras don’t stop rolling and we’re canceled because the whole world sees me owning what’s mine. You're wet, aren’t you, Darling?” I shake my head in denial as he secretly rubs his finger across my soaked panties. He laughs. “Are you wet at the prospect of people watching us or because someone is finally claiming your unloved ass?”

His words hit their mark, sinking straight into my heart as if I had any more room for destruction. He is right, of course.

“Lexington,” Tucker warns, stepping closer.

“It’s okay, Tuck. Just… get everyone out of here.”

I hear the slow steps of people leaving. But not the slide of wheels, which means the cameras and Briggs are still here. Anything for the drama, right? Pathetic.

“How about an Instagram live? So we can show everyone how much I claim the poor orphan?”

“I highly recommend you don’t do that. You could be canceled,” Briggs informs him.

He laughs, pulling out his phone and jerking me against his chest. “How about a home video for your favorite photographer then, hmm? And, Briggs, get the fuck out of here with those cameras before I have you fired.”

They leave and Branson’s hand stays in my hair as he walks me to the ring light so he can record us. He hits the button and backs me away by my hair.

“Smile for the photographer, Rayne, Darling. We know how much he loves it.”

I glare as he kisses my cheek. His hand cups me as my head falls back to his shoulder. Branson is cracking, revealing his layers to me slowly. He comes off as calculated, covered in a light layer of sugar. All of that is dissolving as he reveals his monsters to me. They are unhinged, possessive, and maddening.

His hand slides past my lace as he enters me with three fingers, a moan releases as I arch into him.

“Good girl. Show the photographer how you purr for me.” His other hand slips into the cup of my bra as he flicks my nipple. The wet noises of my arousal fills the room as he pumps into me. His heated kiss burns into my skin. The hand on my breast rises to the strap of my dress.

“Should we show him what he’s missing out on?”

I whimper as his fingers start applying punishing strokes on that one spot that drives me wild, his thumb rubbing my clit with smooth circles.

“No, we won’t do that. I don’t like others seeing what’s mine.”

He starts kissing my neck as his fingers fuck me, his other hand squeezes my nipple, and I break, drenching his hand as I cry out. My legs shake as my ecstasy soars, threatening to send me to the floor. He bites into my neck, prolonging my release. “That’s it, Darling. Show him how much you belong to me.”

His thrusts start to slow as he kisses up my neck. My body melts into his as he turns me around and picks me up. My arms circle his neck, legs around his waist, as he walks us over to the right light. I hear the sound of the video being switched off as my mind clears from the haze. Mortified, I push on his chest until he finally drops me to my feet. Slowly, I back away from him until I am sprinting up the stairs and locking my door.

What is he doing to me? And why do I like it so much?

We are an endless, toxic bliss that will end in disaster if we don’t stop. But I’m willing to choke on the flames and ashes as we burn down to nothing.

Chapter 17

@RayneMarshall: “Are secrets really meant to be secrets forever or is that just something we tell ourselves to protect our innocence?”

Rayne

I pull my floral box out of where I stashed it. I take it to the bathroom and turn on the shower as I pull off the lid. The black gloves lay upon the red envelope. Pulling both out, I stare at them, wanting answers but unsure how this mystery person will help me. Sighing, I dig my phone out and text the number.

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