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It was 3 o'clock. I needed to be at the club by 4:30.

"This is so exciting!" Leah beamed as she gazed at Sienna's engagement ring. "I can't believe you're getting married."

Sienna grinned back, proudly showing off her shiny rock, "Neither can I!"

"How far are you along in your wedding planning?" Leah then asked, taking a bite of her pasta dish. We were currently at lunch in this small restaurant on the Upper West Side by Sienna and Roman's temporary apartment. It wasn't the plan I had for today, especially after last night and a full day of classes this morning but it was too nice of an idea to turn down.

"Not that far really. We still need to find a venue, then set the date, give out invitations, find catering, a photography, dresses – God, the list is so long!" she face-palmed herself, obviously stressing about the amount of work that still needed to be done and we were almost at the end of January.

"Well, I'm happy to help." Leah reassured her. "I'm good with any last-minute organisation and schedule flexibility. I'll even put the invitations together for you if you'd like?"

"Oh my God, that would be amazing. Thank you!" Sienna let out a sigh of relief. "And of course you'll be a bridesmaid. I didn't know whether to ask you or not considering your busy life in LA and all."

Leah shook her head adamantly, "I always have time for a wedding! Especially yours, Sienna. You and Roman and literally perfect for one another."

"I know." Sienna smiled with a blush. "But enough about me! What have you been up to? We haven't had a proper catch-up in a while."

It was 3:05. How had it been five minutes? God, I was so stupid to be counting down the time.

After Knowles' and I confrontation in the club last night, I woke up the most disorientated ever. My full day of classes seemed to go by in a haze, and I hated it. I was always alert, always ready, always one step ahead of everyone else yet with Knowles filling up my mind, I seriously couldn't focus.

"Sometimes when you stood by the locker, I thought about what you'd do if I pinned you up against them and fuck you in front of the entire school. Would you take it?"

Would I take it? What would I have done if he'd stormed right up to me and took me right there in front of the whole school? It would be a show, nonetheless. Why was I even thinking about this?

"Well, I ended up joining the girls' soccer team and the Women in Business society. All the girls there are amazing. Plus, my roommate Gemma is so sweet. We're currently living in one of the boarding houses together. She's like a massive health-nut and got me into yoga, oat milk iced-lattes, smoothie bowls and everything!"

"So, you're a proper LA girl." Sienna teased. Sounded like it but the LA lifestyle seemed to suit Leah pretty good.

"Yeah." She laughed. "We have the best parties there too. Sometimes we drive down to Santa Monica and have bonfires down at the beach. Malibu quickly becomes your best friend."

"I love to hear that." Sienna laughed with her. "LA's really brought out the best in you."

"You think?" Leah seemed sceptical. It really had. She seemed to have blossom in college, a more social and confident her who wasn't afraid to like and be whatever she pleased. It was truly sweet to see.

"Definitely." Sienna nodded. "I'm sure Adam's loving this brand new you too." She laughed but Leah stayed silent. Awkward almost.

"Um..." she began. Sienna and I instantly shared a look, sensing the prominent uncomfortableness. "Adam and I... we... God, this probably would have been easier saying this over text. We aren't together anymore."

My jaw almost dropped as Sienna almost choked on her wine. "What?" we both said simultaneously.

Leah cringed. "I know. I should have said something."

"When did this happen?" I asked.

"Just before the summer of Sophomore Year. Trust me, I spent most of last year absolutely miserable before finally finding my feet a few months ago." It all made sense. Her need for change, coming here for a new job opportunity. She needed new things without him. something to help her move on.

I still couldn't believe it. Even though I still disliked Adam for everything he did to Sienna, him and Leah seemed to be a different story. He truly seemed to be becoming better for her.

I noticed Sienna hesitate before asking, "I'm so sorry, Leah. But can I ask why?"

Leah took a sip of her drink. "People changed." She placed her glass down with a simple shrug. "I changed, he changed. Sorry, I want to go into more detail but... I still just can't."

"Don't apologise." I assured her.

"Yeah." Sienna agreed. "Breakups are hard. Take as long as you need, honey."

"Thanks." Leah offered a small, thankful smile. "I mean, I'm in New York, aren't I? I'm moving on slowly."

"Exactly! And good for you." Sienna encouraged, smiling back sympathetically.

It was easy to tell by now that Sienna was completely over Adam and wasn't bothered at all by Leah and his relationship. She even admitted that at times – despite him being the main problem – she was toxic towards him too. She had grown and moved on so much over these past years, and it was inspiring to witness as her best friend.

However, I couldn't help but feel as if she was holding back. There were things she knew about Adam, things she still wouldn't tell me about him that made me slightly suspicious about things surrounding him. They were close, I'd give them that. They hung onto one another when their worlds were crumbling. Yet, as her best friend, it was difficult to even find him tolerable after all the shit he put her through. Especially compared to her amazing relationship with Roman now.

Although, she kept whatever she did about Adam to herself. There was more to it. Whatever it was, she always and I had no doubt would always keep that sliver of loyalty to him.

"I mean, it's a big change from LA but I'm kind of starting to love it. I should have really texted Chris that I was here."

I stilled. Chris? Shit, him and Leah are cousins. How could I forget that?

Sienna stilled next to me, and Leah's eyes went wide. "Shit, did you not know?"

I snapped out of it. "Know what?"

"Chris." She cringed. "Sorry, I know you guys have never gotten along but he goes to NYU. I take it you haven't ran into him yet?" Really? I had no idea. It wasn't like his fingers and tongue have been inside of me –

"No." I quicky shook my head in attempts to cut off my thoughts. "I mean, we're practically on opposite sides of Manhattan. And, if he is here, I'm thankful to whoever's up there that I haven't had the displeasure of running into that dickward. No offence, Leah." Play it cool. Play it cool.

"None taken." She chuckled. "He can be a handful sometimes. I mean, his family always come up to LA during the summer but not in the last year since –" she stopped herself from continuing. "You know what? Never mind." She took a long sip of her drink. And I did too.

Sienna's shoulders relaxed next to me and gazed between Leah and I.

"I was thinking." I abruptly changed subject. "I feel like a great night out in Manhattan would make the best bachelorette party. If you guys are available?"

Sienna's eyes lit up. "That would be fun"

"Ooo! I love that idea. Just give me the dates and I'll make sure I'm free." Leah joined in.

"Sure. We'll do fittings and that at the same time so it'll be like a fun girls' weekend. Glad that everyone agrees."

After that, conversation carried on as casually as it could and as we said goodbye, grabbing taxis back home, I made an excuse that I needed to go back to the library. The location I gave the driver, however, was completely different to that.

I arrived at La Félicité thirty minutes later and made my way up to the usual room. My stomach was whirling, and my heart hammered against my ribcage. Last night. That was all I could think about.

"Then meet me tomorrow night." He told me. "You meet me tomorrow night and I'll give you exactly what you want." He lifted his hips and pressed his hard-on against me. "What you need."

Urgh. Fuck.

Slowly, I opened the doors and surveyed my eyes around the room. Knowles was already leaning against a set of drawers opposite me. His eyes lifted to meet mine.

"I'm here." was all i could say. What else was i supposed to say? I was nervous. Why was I so nervous?

Without a word, he cautiously walked over to me. "You sure this is what you want?" he asked, eyeing me carefully.

I nodded, swallowing, and giving him a hard stare. "Yes."

"Tell me that you want this." He returned the same stare back. "I can't do this unless you tell me that you want this."

I held his gaze, my heart like a jackhammer. "We decided this last night." I stepped up to him. "You're going to redeem yourself, Knowles."

He nodded, "Let me do one thing, though."

"What's that?" I narrowed my eyes.

He took a moment. "Let me kiss you, McCoy." Kiss me?

Holding my breath, Knowles took my chin between his first finger and thumb, tipping my lips up to mine before connecting them. His tongue slipped in before I could protest, and I welcomed the soft caressing it gave mine.

His breath was minty. He had time to prepare. And his hands tangled in with the back of my hair.

The kiss in The Incubus was desperate and this kiss still lingered with the same desperation but drowned itself in something else. Knowles was drowning himself in something else as he turned us around and back me towards the bed.

My legs hit the end of the mattress as his lips found my neck, sucking at the skin, finding my sweet spot.

With his hands teasing the zip at the back of my dress, he worked his lips down to my collarbone, gliding his tongue across before zipping it down. He breathed into me as the front of the fabric fell, revealing my bra.

"You can't keep doing this." He whispered to me, gazing at the black lace.

"You said you liked it." I taunted.

"Fuck's sake." He groaned, pulling the dress down till it pooled by my feet, revealing the matching panties. "God..." he groaned once more.

I shivered when his lips met my hip. His tongue ran up the skin and flicked at the waistband. Hot hands ran up the backs of my thighs and grabbed my ass. He pulled me closer, licking a long line up my inner thigh, his warm breath fanning my skin and bit down, sucking to leave a mark.

"You can't do that." I tried to retain focus. He was leaving marks, I didn't say he could leave marks on me.

"Shut up." He snapped and left another mark. Most likely in spite. Fuck.

He trailed a line of them before hovering his lips over my underwear and I waited with nerves eating at me. Then he kissed my clit behind the thin fabric. I wanted to keep calm, stay as composed as I possibly could. Yet as he flicked the same spot with his tongue, eyes teasingly looking up at me, I gasped in pleasure.

He smiled smugly and kept on, pushing the lace aside and licked up my pussy. "Knowles." I moaned.

"Thought you were calling me 'Sir'." He muttered playfully against me, sucking my clit inside his mouth this time.

"Fuck..."

"Mm hm?" he chuckled, sucking my clit in again. "You keep tasting better the more I have of you." He licked me up and down. My head tipped back as I sucked on my bottom lip, ecstasy wracking through me.

"You promised... you promised you'd –"

"Mmm, I know." He murmured. "But you're going to let me enjoy this first, aren't you?"

"Knowles –" suddenly, he yanked my panties down kissed his way up my body, licking up my neck.

"Bit demanding, huh?" his teeth clung onto my earlobe before his hand gently pushed me back and I fell onto the bed. Had he really made me that weak in the knees already? It meant nothing.

"Stop being a dick." I sat up.

"I thought you wanted my dick?"

"I don't anymore." I glared at him but he carefully tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Your small dick can suffer without me." I averted my eyes from his.

"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow.

I stood my ground. "Yeah." I decided to look back at him.

He was holding back a smile by poking his tongue in his cheek, "You're supposed to call me 'Sir', remember?" The defiant look on my face remained. "So stubborn." He tutted. His fingers gripped my chin, and his thumb ran across my bottom lip.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight." I watched as his chest rose up and down. "And you're going to take it. Understand?" I didn't reply, and when I didn't, he crouched down to come face-to-face height with me, cupping my cheeks in his palms. "I need you to understand."

Taking a minute, the serious look in his eyes brought out something else. A different type of hunger I'd never seen before. As if in a trance, I nodded and watched the corners of his lips twist up sadistically.

"There she is." Was all he said before kissing me.

I fell back onto the bed as he took over, lips battling in desperation, breath ragged, hands groping. His knee slipped between my legs, and I took the chance to grind up on it, whimpers falling from my lips.

"That's it." He whispered into my mouth. His hands reached back to unclasp my bra and he threw the fabric somewhere, both his hands coming up to my breasts. When his thumbs pinched my nipples, my back arched off the bed.

My head was swimming as the heat of his hands trailed and gripped along my body, not an inch going untouched by his rough fingers. "More." I begged. God, I needed more. I needed this.

"More?" he kissed a trail down between my breasts. I nodded, warmth rushing inside of me.

He got up, made his way to one of the drawers and took out two pieces of deep red silk. I sat up, staring at him, waiting for something.

That was when he unbuttoned his shirt, taking his time in popping every button from the hole, eyes refusing to leave mine. My pussy was throbbing, his chest and soon torso coming into full display.

Knowles wasn't insanely muscular. He was toned, I'd give him that. Some definition here and there but nothing like some jocks I'd fucked. Although, this... this was him. and I found myself, in this moment, finding those jocks incomparable to this sun-kissed body in front of me.

"You fucked better bodies, McCoy?" he asked. His tone was firm but there was something behind it. Insecurity? Knowles never got insecure. The man was a walking self-compliment machine. The pure definition of arrogancy. He was... well, he was Knowles. Right?

Right?

He didn't say anything more, only stared at me as if he was waiting for an answer. Why did he need an answer from me? Couldn't he talk himself up again like he always did?

I didn't know how to be sincere. Not ever. Especially not with sex. Who was sincere during sex?

Thinking fast, I opened my legs for him, and I watched as his eyes peered between at my glistening core. "That's all for me, yeah?" he asked, his chest rising up and down rapidly.

I remained silent, only nodded. Gradually, he walked over to me, and I stopped him for climbing on top with my bare hand. Weakly, I hesitantly ran my hand up his torso, feeling the skin flex and tighten underneath. Holding his eyes, I spanned my hand out in the middle of his torso.

I didn't say anything. He didn't say anything. But the silence synced up our breathing as it echoed throughout the room. I wanted to say something to him but whatever words I could think of didn't make sense.

Knowles wrapped his hand around my neck, gently choking me as he guided me back to lay on the bed. The pressure at the sides of my throat created euphoric dizziness that made my pussy throb once more.

He roughly forced my arms above my head and took one slip of red silk and tied my wrists tightly together. "Remember all the times you made fun of my dick?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes." I breathed.

He chuckled, "I'm not going to let you see it. You can feel for yourself if it's worth it." Huh?

The other slip of silk came around my eyes, blinding me as he secured it behind my head. He couldn't be serious? Could he?

Without another word, he forced all of me down on the bed and the rustle of a foil wrapped grabbed my attention. Condom. This was happening. Holy shit, this was actually fucking happening.

The hotness of his naked skin pressed against mine whilst he positioned himself on top of me, spreading my legs wide. "It's funny how obedient you are when you know you're getting dick." He mused into my ear.

"It's funny that it's small." I bit back.

"Really?" he sounded amused. Why was he finding this so funny?

A slap on my clit with the head of his cock sent a shock wave throughout my body. I gasped in a sudden pierce of pleasure. "As awful as this is for me to admit, I've always enjoyed your stubbornness."

"It's not stubbornness if you're always right." I argued, breathing hard as he wrapped a hand around my neck once more.

"I want you to keep talking, angel." The head of his cock crowned my entrance. "Just keep telling me about how right you really are." He slowly began to push into me.

Oh fuck. Oh my God. I'd gone too long without that feeling. Relief struck through me as he pushed in and pulled out only to push it again.

"That it?" I smiled in amusement.

"Oh, you want more?" more? He pushed in more.

"Oh my..." shit, that felt good. Really good. "That's... T-That's..."

His hand tightened round the sides of my neck. "That's not enough? I'll give you a bit more then." He had even more? Maybe I shouldn't have been so confident about –

"Ah." My back arched, pressing me into him as he hit deeper this time.

"Damn, still not enough, huh?" I could envision the smug look on his face. He thrust into me deeper, a groan rumbling from him.

"Fuck." I whimpered.

"I mean you're just so right, aren't you?" he began thrusting into a slow rhythm. His lips captured one of my nipples, teeth biting down and tugging. The painful sensation clouded my thoughts as he slowly picked up the pace. "C'mon, angel, tell me how right you are. Put me in my place."

I felt his smile against my skin.

"I... I-I...." shit, I couldn't speak. All that my mind could contain was the gradual burning thrilling bliss continuously building in me. His body pressed down on mine, hips getting faster.

"I mean..." his breathing grew rapid when he groaned around my breast, "There is no way I could possibly hit here –" he thrust hard into me and I couldn't contain my moan. "Or here –" he pressed a hand on my lower stomach thrust up into me.

"Yes!" I couldn't stop myself as I cried. "Oh my God..." I couldn't breathe. Fuck, I shouldn't have doubted –

"Can you feel that?" he whispered against my lips. "You feel how deep inside of you I am? Because I'm so deep. Can you feel it?"

I could feel it. Fucking hell, I could really feel it.

"Look at you." He grunted. He kept hitting that spot, angling his hips perfectly. How did he learn this? How on earth could he do this? His hand slipped between my legs and played with my clit. "God, I can't stop looking at you." I wanted to look at him. God, now I really wanted to look at him. This was so not fair.

My senses were heightened. Every breath, every touch, every slight movement was electrifying, heat pooling all around me.

"Oh fuck." Knowles groaned. "You're so wet... and warm. Jesus, for someone who's so bitter, your pussy is so – fuck – so soft and sweet." His hands were shaking. His whole body was.

"Please..." I begged. The spot he kept hitting, how he played with my clit, his lips and tongue gliding across my skin. Fucking hell, the sweat off his body, the roughness of his hands, his cock thrusting mercilessly in and out of me. I needed this. I needed all of this. So long I had been looking for a perfect kind of pleasure and this... shit, this was it.

He kept going, groans getting louder as my moans escalated, "Please... yes!" I cried.

"That's it." He urged. "Fuck... that's it." His lips fell back onto mine, catching my moans and whimpers. "Such a sweet, little slut. You keep squeezing me like that and... oh yeah. Yeah, you're doing so good like that."

"I'm going to –"

"No coming." He ordered. "Not yet. You hang on for me, okay?"

"I-I can't."

"You can. You're going to... fuuuck." He moaned into my mouth. Shit, that was hot. "You're such a slut but you're my slut. I'm not going to let you break so you can take it."

Sweat fell down my temples and trickles off it fell between my breasts. The harder his cock thrust into me, the harder it became to hold off my orgasm.

"I need to." I begged over and over again. "Oh, God. Please." My wrists were pulling at the silk tie, and I was positive there'd be a mark. He had to be close, his thrusts were growing sloppy and every groan and moan he let out, grew louder and more ragged. He had to come.

What did he look like? Was he looking at me? Were his eyes even open? Veins in his neck? Hair growing damp from sweat? What facial expressions did he make? What was he thinking right now? Was he even thinking right now?

Sucking on the skin of my neck, he tightened his hand around it and gasped in my ear, "Cum. You better fucking cum for me."

That was all it took for my legs to shake and back to completely arch off the bed as I cried out my climax and felt the exhilarating rush of euphoria wash over me.

Knowles kept going. With my lax body, he thrust faster, whimpers falling from my lips due to sensitivity. Soon, a guttural cry from his lips and he came, his head buried into the crook of my neck, body slumped on mine.

I wanted to see him. I wanted to see that.

My own body was weak, drained of energy, I bet couldn't lift a limb without it shaking.

Holy shit, that just happened.

The ties were removed from my wrists and eyes as I stared up at Knowles. Sweat gleamed off his forehead, his hair slightly damp, eyeing staring wide into mine. Gently, he slid out of me and placed a hand under my head to lift it up slightly.

I groaned in pain from the soreness down below and my hair all tangled around my neck.

"Hey, hey, hey." He soothed. "I got you."

I'd never been fucked limp before and it was the strangest feeling in the world, even stranger it was happening with Knowles. Despite that, my mind was so out of sync there was no capacity left to process it all.

When my head sunk back into the pillow, I mumbled, "Chris?"

His eyes shot to mine in surprise, "Yeah?"

"You don't have a small dick."

He only laughed and moved from damp strands of hair away from my face. "Yeah, I know."

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