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My hand barely muffles my screams, my tits bouncing wildly with every one of his thrusts.

Wes groans. “Take it, baby. Take it like a good girl.”

I can’t speak with his belt around my neck, can’t even nod. My head is growing lighter, the pleasure ricocheting through me like never before.

Wes pins me down with his whole body, slamming into me and driving pleasure through every cell. “Come for me, Violet. Clench that tight little pussy on my cock. I want that pussy squeezing every drop of cum out of my cock and your beautiful screams filling my ears.”

My heart pounds wildly, my head growing dangerously light as his belt coils around my neck harder.

A loud groan. “Ohfuck, Violet.”

At the sound of my name on his lips, my pussy clenches and I scream, pulling at his hair and not bothering to cover my mouth. The orgasm barrels through me as Wes pounds into me, the sound of skin on skin and the squish of his cock inside my soaking wet pussy filling the car along with my screams and his groans.

“Fuck,” he hisses before collapsing on top of me, his cock throbbing inside me as he finds his own release.

Our chests heave against each other as we both struggle to catch our breath. My limbs and toes tingle, the waves of pleasure crashing over me again and again, pulling me under.

Wes. Fucking. Novak.

Thank god no one came knocking. “I guess that person in the parking lot didn’t notice us,” I pant.

Wes peers through the window over my head. “He’s giving me a thumbs-up.”

I gasp. He laughs, and I slap his arm. “Not funny,” I say, even as I’m smiling.

“I’m always funny.” He pushes off me, finally loosening the belt from around my neck and letting me sit up and tug my clothes back into place. “When I’m not being sexy.”

“You’re always sexy.”

He kisses my neck and murmurs, “So are you. Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Every part of you”—He grabs between my legs—“belongs to me now. Got it?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

I belong to Wes Novak.

I am his. And he’s mine.

Chapter30

After

Wes

If I thoughtI couldn’t get Violet Harris out of my head before, now she’s fucking engraved on my brain. Miraculously, my grades aren’t slipping and the team’s doing better than ever, even if I can’t stop thinking about her. The nights I can’t have her, I jerk off three times just so I can fall asleep. And the nights I can? I cum in her so hard, I want to erect a statue of her and make every goddamn person on this campus kneel before my goddess.

I’m running late to my Entrepreneurial Finance class because I need to see her. My cock is already throbbing in my pants at the thought of getting her into some supply closet or in my car and making her swallow my cum in the middle of the day.

She doesn’t just make me hard or get me off. She understands this side of me that no one else does. The part of me that wants to sob and burn the world down simultaneously every time I think of my sister.

I’m Chloe’s brother—I’ve known her for her entire life. But in a single year, Violet managed to get just as close to her as I was. I thought I was the only person who got Chloe, the only person who could understand her passion for figure skating and her drive to work at it every single day. Until Violet came along.

She understood Chloe. Now she gets me too. We understand each other in a way no one else can.

Her short story was due today for her writing class, and I want to be the first one she shows her A to. Plus, if she forgot to dedicate it to me, I’m making her waltz her little ass to a printer to make a new copy for me.

A girl with short brown hair is beaming as she leaves the Fine Arts building. My heart flutters.

My girl.

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