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“Okay, if you say so,” she replies as I close the door. “But call me if something happens, and I’ll come out with my tits swinging!” I snort. “Thanks, Kayla! See you later.”
“Good girls don’t get what they want,” he groans, pushing down on my chin until my lips part. “Bad girls get what they deserve.”
“Do you still have the knife your dad gave you?” she asks. I nod. Our foreheads collide. “Don’t hesitate to use it.” I glance at my dad, who studies us both. “I’m probably going to need a couple more.” He grins. “That’s my girl.”
I scroll through my numbers, and of course, he put Felix, Alistair, and his own number in there … his own under the name of Sex_God.
She turns her head and looks around until she finally spots Alistair casually handing out the posters to passersby. She hadn’t even seen him in her blinded rage. And when their eyes connect … oh boy, it’s like fireworks going off. Amazing. “Motherf—”
“You can’t take it, can you?” Dylan smirks. “Sit, then.” “What?” My eyes widen. “You heard me,” he says, biting his lip. “Sit.” “Sit on my face, Pen,” Alistair groans from underneath me. And he drags me down until my feet cave in on me and my knees buckle to the floor. He moans as he swipes his tongue along my slit. But what really undoes me are his words. “Ride my face like you own it.”
Felix’s lips only tear away from mine to glare up at Dylan, and oh boy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this enraged. “Don’t interrupt my meal.” Fuck. That’s hot.
If this is what people mean by rearranging guts, I get it now because this is it, and I’m practically salivating for it. “Please,” I mutter.
I grab his face and lean in, rubbing my lips across his, but not close enough to actually kiss. “I want to see how much you can take.” “Oh fuck …” Dylan groans. “This is gonna get me hard.”
