Page 52 of Rockwell Academy: The Twist

His hand pushes up my top and connects with my flesh, like a branding iron stamping his name on my skin.

My gentle moans fill the silence and I run my hand over his skin, raking his back with my nails as he kisses my neck, sucking the tender flesh, marking my pale skin as he wrenches my leggings from my waist, inching my panties aside.

His thumb eases against my clit and I groan his name. “Fran–kie.”

He captures his name in his mouth and kisses me with a passionate fury that drives me insane.

As his fingers pump inside me, I see more stars than normal and then he pulls my leggings off before unfastening his jeans.

In no time he is deep inside me, impaling me to the hilt and as he powers in hard, he hisses, “You are mine, Cassie. Say it!”

“I’m yours, Frankie. God help me, I’m yours.”

I’m not lying either. I am Frankie’s girl. I may be confused by my emotions for both men, but I always knew that Frankie is my darkest addiction and there is no chance in hell I can give him up, despite Jack being here.

I want Frankie. I am attracted to him and addicted to him. I can’t breathe if he is near me and ache for him when he is not. I missed every wicked smile he gave me during the holidays and physically ached for him at night. I am drowning in my feelings for this man, which is why it hurt so much when he rejected me back there.

Now I understand why, it only feeds my addiction. He set me free to stay. Only Frankie would consider that a good thing. A test, he said. He gambled with my emotions and it paid off because now I want him more than ever.

We are free.

Both of us and yet choose to stick together outside of the game. I couldn’t have asked for more if I tried and as he comeshard inside me, I meet him halfway because not even a condom can come between me and my man from now on in.

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FRANKIE

Thank fuck. She understood. I was prepared for her to put up a fight, sulk, play games and make me suffer. But she gets it. She understands the reasoning behind my madness, which only makes me want her more. Cassie always did match me both physically and mentally, and this demonstrates that. Part of me thought she’d seize her chance and switch to Jack. She still might, but I’ll deal with that if it happens. Right now I am balls deep inside the only woman I want to be with and I never appreciated how amazing that would be.

Cassie lies on my chest, her breathing heavy as her arm hangs across it, her knees curled up against me as we lie by the lake, staring up at the stars.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, Frankie.”

“There is no need. We aren’t part of The Claiming anymore. We are free to fuck without the rules and regulations and just so you know?—”

I drop a light kiss on top of her head. “I won’t be happy if you decide to move on with another guy.”

“I could say the same about you. What if another girl comes into your orbit and you fancy her more than me? It could happen—will probably happen.”

“Then it meant we weren’t on the same page anymore.”

I twist her hair in my fingers and sigh, “There are no guarantees in life, baby girl. You should know that better than most, but now, here, under the stars, our future is together for as long as we both want it to be.”

I reach down and grasp her pretty face and pull it up to stare at me, forcing a warning into my eyes as I growl, “I’m a possessive bastard, Cassie and that will only deepen now you are free to make your own choices. God help any guy who so much as brushes past you because if I even suspect that I have a rival, I won’t be responsible for what I do to him.”

She rolls her eyes and yet the soft smile on her face tells me my statement makes her happy.

“I only want you, Frankie, regardless of your opinion. Don’t give me a reason to change my mind.”

She chuckles against my lips and whispers, “You may have some explaining to do when we return to the house. I’m guessing everyone in Rockwell thinks you abandoned me back there. How on earth will we explain this?”

“We don’t.” I bite down on her lower lip gently.

It takes a few minutes before she gets to speak again and grins. “It could be fun.”

“It’salwaysfun. Life is fun if you play the game.”

“You and your games, Frankie. They get me into trouble.”

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