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Part Thirty Three

We said goodbye about a thousand times before they finally left with Chloe going on and on about local restaurants.

"Thank god." Colten groaned, releasing the towel from his waist and letting it fall to the floor.

I looked him up and down, holding my own damn breath at the sight in front of me. "How are you still hard?"

Colten merely shrugged with a frown pulling at the happy face I had just started becoming used to. "Elijah and I found your mother's diary in the bike. It's-" he paused with a deep sigh, "It's not easy to read but I have it with me if you want to."

"Let me, um, dry your clothes then I will." I gathered up the will to move and collected his clothes from the floor. My mind was racing while doing such a simple task but I kept my face neutral, hoping it would help me keep my sanity just a little longer.

"I think I have clothes that might fit you." I motioned Colten, who stood in the middle of my kitchen stark naked, into my bedroom. He immediately went for my bed, dropping to his knees and looking underneath it.

I gave him a quizzical look but decided to ignore his strange antics as I shuffled through my closet.

"Oh my fuck!" He exclaimed, happiness lacing his tone. "No fucking way my angel is into this."

My face beat red, I could even feel my heart beat in my throat. Oh, what I'd do to rewind time.

"Wow." His arm snaked around me, pressing his hard cock into my backside, "care to explain what I just found?"

"What exactly did you find?" I hummed, continuing to shuffled through my hangers, completely forgetting what I was doing in the first place.

"Your kink. I'll give you a hint, men wear them and these ones are made of silk. So unless you've been living with a man, I doubt they're for fashion."

He brought the silk, all black tie in front of me, gliding the soft fabric down my arms.

"My next question is, do you intend for me to use it on you or am I the one being tied up tonight?"

He brought the tie to my mouth, gripping either side until my lips parted, allowing him to pull my head back gently.

"I found so many goodies in your box of naughty things." He whispered into my ear. "Handcuffs, ties, warming lube, a vibrater AND dildo. But my favorite? The sexy crotchless lingerie you had tucked at the bottom."

He pulled on the tie more, forcing me to place my head to his shoulder and look up to his hungry eyes. I couldn't look away even if I tried. My clean underwear was already dripping from my arousal, my pussy already throbbing.

Fuck he knew how to handle me.

Every part of me.

"It has the tags attached still. I can't wait to be the first one that's seen you in them." He pulled the tie from my now dry lips, throwing it behind him. We just watched each other for a moment, both in awe at how attracted we were to one another. The back of his hand gently rubbed my cheek. "I love when you look at me like that."

I smiled softly to him. "How am I looking at you?"

"Like all you want is me."

I reached up and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek before rummaging through my closet again. "We could do that later. Here." I handed him a pair of my oversized sweats I usually lounged in.

"These are men's pants." Colten raised a single brow to me. "Ex's?"

"No, I like men's sweats more. Woman's have these weird tight ankles." I shrugged with a sigh. "I don't have any shirts for you though."

"I was fine being naked. I don't know why you're trying to dress me when it'll be coming off again in a few hours." He sighed, noticing I was in no mood for his usual teasing remarks. "You're ready time read it now, aren't you?"

"Yeah." I slouched out to the living room, plopping on the couch. I hugged my knees to my chest and watched Colten as he picked up the backpack he always has when riding his bike. He carefully pulled out a leatherback diary, handing it to me.

I took it from him, softly running my thumb over my mother's beautiful signature.

'Elizabeth Anne Davis'

"Can I show you the entry that made me rush here?" Colten asked, not able to sit still even as he sat beside me.

I allowed him to, letting him flip through at least ten pages.

He wrapped an arm around me, holding my body as I read it.

"June 1st
Dear Journal,
I turned twenty today. Most girls my age are out of the house, living on compass at college or working and supporting their own. But those girls also don't have to carry the burden of their families being conditioned, mind controlled to say the least, into thinking and believing that their elders, The Forgotten Ones as my family calls them, have final say in their lives. I found yesterday that Felix was my chosen, the man I was supposed to give my virginity to and my life.

I'm being dramatic.

My livelihood as my mother calls it, not my life since that sounds as if he'd murder me. (I have no doubt in my mind he would if the right opportunity presented itself)

I don't love Felix. How am I supposed to mother his children and care for him when he's sick if all I could see is a man I'm forced to be with? Felix has threatened to be more hostile if I refuse to continue the 'rich' bloodline.

The bloodline of a clan that was created eons ago. The thought is to keep money and sickness from our healths to keep secrets safe within the three families.

Secrets I had long known.

But I don't plan on going through with it. I've already made friends with Jimmy Finley. Not my first choice in an accomplice but he's the only one who believes me when I say my family and the clan they belong to would do anything to force me with Felix.

Wish me luck.

Forever yours,
Lizzy"

"There's more." Colten sighed, turning the page for me.

Then there was a knock at the door. My body froze as we both stared at the wood that seemed to rattle.

"Were you expecting someone?" I quietly asked Colten as he slowly rose to his feet, shaking his head as a response.

He peeked out the peep hole in the door with a sharp inhale. I could see his hesitation as he unlatched the deadbolt, letting the door creek open slowly.

"Hudson, what are you doing here?" Colten asked, making sure I was out of sight from his best friend. I couldn't even see Hudson in front of Colten's large build.

"I'm sorry, man. I really am." Hudson spoke with a choke on his own tears before a deafening bang filled the room, taking all of my senses away from me.