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“I know.” There was no escaping our way of life, not if we wanted to escape with our lives. It was something that I was coming to accept more. I wanted to be around the other Legacies. I wanted to go to college. Those things weren’t mutually exclusive, I could have my cake and eat it. Especially now Claudia and my father weren’t going to be breathing down my neck.

Once everything is back where it should be, Tristan texts Atlas, who arranges a cleanup crew to come tomorrow and make sure we’ve left nothing behind, and we head upstairs. On the bed are the clothes Tristan gave me earlier, and I almost groan when I see them. I can't wait to get out of this stupid fucking corset and shower. I wriggle, trying to unlace myself but not getting very far when I feel Tristan's warm hands on my skin.

“Here, let me help.” He tugs at the ribbons and struggles with the tiny hooks, cursing as he frees me. “What did they have to do to stuff you in this fucking thing? Lena, the skin on your ribs is raw.”

I push the remains of my gown all the way off, not caring that I’m standing in front of him completely naked as he runs his fingers over my back carefully. Shrugging, I look down and see the marks. “Yeah, the boning has been cutting in all night.”

“Why didn't you say something?” he demands, turning me to face him.

“Because I had other things going on,” I reply nonchalantly, or did he forget the whole drama of this evening?

“This stops now. Your health comes first. What you want comes first. No more stupid diets or hobbies that, honestly, you suck at.” He cups my face, and I should be annoyed, but I love it. “The violin, for Christ’s sake.”

I snort at the way he hisses ‘violin’, I wasn’t as bad as he made out. Looking up at him from beneath my eyelashes, I whisper, “Does that include college?”

Placing a hand under my chin, he tilts my head up and looks at me as if I was asking a stupid question. “Of course it does. What a waste of your big brain otherwise.”

Taking a step back, he strips off his own filthy shirt and pants, he’d already disposed of his jacket and vest earlier. “And besides, I wouldn't mind being a stay-at-home parent while my wife is out, busy making money using her expensive education.”

I almost gag. “Parent and wife are not words I am ready for tonight, so please, shut up.”

Grabbing my hip, he pulls me back flush against his naked body. I can feel his erection against my stomach as he leans down and whispers, “Make me, Princess.”

I murmur against his mouth, “Why are you such a brat, Tris?”

“Because you love it.”

And he’s right.

I do.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Tristan

Lena gets off on being in charge, and I get off on seeing her get off, so it’s a win for me no matter what happens. No other girl has dared to pull my hair, bite me, or tell me that I’m being a fucking douchebag, but Lena does, and that’s why I love her.

I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist as I move us into the bathroom. The waiting is killing me as I turn on the water and move her under the warm jets. If I’d had my way, I would’ve thrown her on the bed and we would be fucking already, but I know she’s feeling shitty, and I don’t want our first time to be rushed and dirty, and not in a good way.

She unwraps herself from me as I grab a cloth. Slowly, I move down her body, washing away the blood and dirt. Cupping one of her tits, I pretend to wash the other one as she laughs. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I suck before flicking my tongue over the nub roughly. I move the washcloth down over her stomach, before sliding it between her legs. She moans softly at the friction as I drag the material over her skin and down her thighs, her nipple still between my teeth. The water running down her body makes everything slippery and silky as I drop the cloth and replace it with my fingers. She gasps as I slide two fingers inside her for the second time that night. My thumb trails lazy circles over her clit as my fingers slip in and out of her tight cunt. Fuck, I think I could come just from watching as her hips roll, her tight stomach muscles rippling as her tits bounce and her body shudders. Her dancer's body is perfection. Teasing her nipple, I can’t get over the noises she makes, her moan is like a drug, and I want that shit recorded and played on repeat.

Hand in my hair, Lena yanks my head back, but it isn’t to chastise me for being rough. She pulls me up, the sting of my scalp making it all the more delicious as she claims my mouth. I may have to grow my hair a little longer if she’s going to keep tugging on me like this. I can feel she’s close to orgasm, but this time when she comes undone, I want to be buried deep inside her.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I’m sleeping in the spare room,” she growls against my neck before sinking her teeth into my skin, and I grin.

Grabbing her legs and lifting her again, I place my cock against her, much to her frustration as she moves her hips, rubbing herself over my hardness.

“This is not fucking, Tris,” she groans as I place one hand against the tiles to steady us, my other around her waist as she moves. She bites down on my bottom lip, drawing blood, and I know it’s a warning as her fingers dig into my shoulders.

“Just remember, you wanted this,” I whisper as I slam into her. My thrusts are unrelenting and unforgiving as she shatters, pinned against my bathroom tiles. I can feel her pussy clenching around me like a fucking vice, and as much as I want to come, I’m not done yet.

I carry us back into the bedroom, dripping and still inside her as I fall back onto the bed. Her nails dig into my chest as I grab her hips and begin moving her. There isn’t a better view than Elena Montgomery on top, tits bouncing as she fucks me like a wild woman. When one of her small hands comes around my throat and squeezes gently, as she moves up and down on my cock, I know that she could kill me right now and I wouldn’t even care. Brushing my fingers lightly over her clit, I push her towards her second orgasm. She leans down, mouth crashing against mine as I feel her body tensing and tightening once again, and this time there is no holding out. I grip her hips, and hold her in place as I come, giving her everything I have because she is finally mine.

All mine.

Epilogue

Six Years Later

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