Epilogue

Violet

Four Months Later

This part of campus isn't nearly as well-lit as the rest, and I'm now realizing why Kole usually insists on meeting me at the end of the day to drive me home.

Except tonight, he was busy.

I shouldn't complain, given he did come to Los Angeles with me for the summer. Something Patience didn't appreciate as much as I did since we're rooming together. At least our bedrooms are on opposite sides of the apartment.

Glancing out at the shadows of the building, I clutch my books to my chest and walk faster. Just a little farther to my car, and then I'll get in and lock it.

When I see it up ahead, I let out a sigh of relief .

I really wish Professor Gray didn't insist on keeping us this late. And even if Patience doesn't seem to mind the constant work, right now I wish I'd asked her to walk to the car with me so I wouldn't be alone.

Quickening my pace, I fumble through my purse for my keys, hitting the button to unlock my car as I get close.

A rustle comes from behind me, and I glance over my shoulder.

There's nothing there but a mostly empty parking lot and shadows. My imagination is getting the best of me.

I reach my car door and breathe a sigh of relief as my fingertips meet the handle. But I'm stopped short by a hand wrapping my wrist as a body shoves me against the car.

Fear floods my veins until I smell him.

Until I feel the familiar static that runs through me at his touch.

"It's awfully late to be wandering campus alone, kitten. Don't you think?"

His voice is deep and gravelly.

Saint .

Glancing over my shoulder, I try to get a peek at him. But the black ski mask hides his face. And before I can speak, his fingers wrap into my hair, forcing me to face forward again.

"Let me go." I try to fight him, knowing it will be no use.

Even if I claw until the backs of his hands are bleeding and give him a good kick in the shin. It just makes Saint hold me tighter .

He pulls me away from the car, walking me around the back until he's shoving me in the backseat. Climbing over me, he closes the door behind him, trapping me inside with my monster.

I try to scramble out from under him, but his body pins me in place, my legs spread open, and my heart races as he holds both my wrists in one of his hands and pins them over my head.

"That's it, kitten. Wiggle." He grinds his hard cock against my center.

I'm fighting through the pleasure. Kicking the back of his legs with my heels. It doesn't matter how much I want this; I'll make him work for it because there's nothing like the adrenaline of playing this game with him.

He grabs me by the throat and steals my breath until my vision spots and my legs grow weak from fighting.

When I nearly pass out, he lets me go, and I choke in air.

Leaning in, the ski mask brushes my cheek as he whispers in my ear, "Keep fighting, and I won't let go next time. You'll wake up to my cum leaking out of every one of your pretty little holes."

He reaches down and pushes up my skirt. It's the middle of summer, so he doesn't have to work hard to expose me. He rips my underwear off and then undoes his zipper to release himself.

Saint's cock presses against my pussy, rubbing back and forth to my ass, leaving me to anticipate where he'll thrust in .

Pausing at my pussy, he shoves himself deep, and I lose what little breath I have left. He fucks me like he hates me. Pounding in so hard the entire car is shaking.

When I start to scream, he covers my mouth with his palm, still not releasing my hands.

He fucks me the way only Saint can. Not caring about anything but his pleasure. Using me like his fucktoy, and I can't get enough of it.

When I start to scream again, he shoves three fingers in my mouth to muffle me, pressing them so deep I gag around them.

"Don't worry, I'll fuck this throat next. Let's warm you up." He thrusts his fingers deeper, forcing me to take them as he bottoms out so hard I cry out in pain.

Still, my heels dig into his thighs, and I pull him tighter. I need more of him, all of him.

This car isn't big enough with us crammed inside, and his knee is falling off the edge of the seat. But he fucks me like he'll melt my body into the leather. Until my back is slick with sweat, and I'm trembling.

"Such a greedy little slut, coming for your Saint." He fucks me, holding deep. "Squeezing my cock like a dirty whore. Be a good cunt and milk my cum out of me."

My eyes roll back in my head at his words. I'm lost in the sick things he's saying.

But my body does what it's told. My pussy clamps with my orgasm rushing through me, and it forces his own from him.

He fucks me until he's done spilling into me, and only then does he release my wrists. He grabs my thighs and peels them wide as he pulls out, watching himself leak out of me.

Glancing down, I see the mess between my legs, and his cock is still hard watching it.

"This is going to be a nightmare to clean up," I say when he still hasn't moved.

"Not your problem, kitten." Kole peels his mask off, leaning down to kiss me.

It's seamless how he transitions from Saint to Kole now. He'll switch between the two, reading what I need. And I love them both, because they're all part of the man I can't imagine my life without.

Kole leans in, kissing the apple of my cheek and looking down at me. "Maybe next time I'll lay you out on the hood. Paint it with cum so everyone knows to stay the fuck away from you."

"And they say romance is dead."

"The only dead things are those who touch what's mine." Kole bites my lower lip, licking the moan that escapes. "Now let's get back to the apartment so I can fuck you again. You want romance? Let's see how loud I can make you scream."

Grinning, I pull his mouth to mine and smile. "I love you, Kole."

"Good." He kisses me, not saying it, but I feel it.

He loves me too. In every way he knows how.