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Chapter Seventeen

Author's Note: Let's just pretend that picture above is of Zaida and Scrim. Yeah? :)

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Scrim and I ordered our drinks and meals before we handed the menus over.

We'd never done something remotely like this, and I couldn't believe I was actually sitting across from him. Having sex and touring with $uicideBoy$ without a care in the world was the most freeing experience of my life. But having dinner with Scrim in a nice restaurant, trying to make small conversation, I'd never thought we'd get here.

This was not a date, okay?

Weakness wasn't my strong point, and it was a side of myself I rarely showed. The last time I allowed it to happen with my ex-boyfriend, let's just say heartbreak hurts a lot more than I ever imagined it could. I wished I could take that part of my life back. It was one of the most humiliating moments of my life, and I'd never allow it to happen again.

Scrim spoke, snapping me out of my reverie. "I am yours."

My eyes automatically searched his face for a trace of a lie. Did he really say that or did I just imagine it? I had been so deep in thought seconds before, maybe I heard him wrong. "What?"

He rested his arms on the table and leaned forward. His voice came out low, so no one else could overhear us. The look he gave me was terrifying but beautiful at the same time. "You said I was never yours. Well, I been thinking... and I am yours. I don't want anyone else. And you want me and my cousin? That's fine." 

My stomach tightened in response. "Are you sure?"

He stared at me with a gaze that was both intense and frozen. His eye contact never broke, and he stared at me with both hostility and interest. It was his form of intimidation- and it always worked. Then he just nodded his head yes.

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When we entered our hotel room again, Scrim came behind me and pulled my dress over my head, then it fell to the floor at my feet. His lips found my shoulder, and he kissed it gently. The beard on his chin caused the right kind of friction I loved. He slowly moved closer to my collarbone.

And I anxiously hoped he would bite me.

His tongue licked the skin right over the bone. Then he nicked me with his teeth, giving me a nibble just like he would do when we were in bed together.

I couldn't help it. I moaned.

His hands moved around my waist then trailed up my stomach. He gathered my tits in his hands and massaged them aggressively. His mouth moved to my ear, and his breaths filled my canal. "Zaida." My nipples hardened, and he gathered them in his fingertips before he pinched them lightly.

My back arched into his chest, immediately reacting to the aggressive touch. I said I wouldn't have sex with him tonight to consider Ruby, but my resolve was quickly slipping away.

His hand continued to grope my tits while the other moved down my stomach. Slowly, his fingers glided over my belly button and into the bikini bottoms I had worn for the beach earlier today. Gently, they migrated to my throbbing clit then pressed against it.

I arched my back again.

"I'll share with Ruby, but other than that, this is mine. You understand me?" His lips moved against my ear, his heavy breaths igniting me.

"Scrim..." I gave into his control and said his name when I shouldn't have. I missed this so much. I missed it more than I would admit to myself. He took control of the situation and made the decisions for both of us. All I had to do was enjoy it.