The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

When I finally reached out and grabbed it, my fate was sealed. I just didn’t know it yet.

She was like a lightning strike, breaking my fucking heart with her beauty. She had me and every other guy—and girl—in the room doing double takes. I immediately wanted to gouge out all their eyes with the fork on the table in front of me. Mine, my insides–and my dick–were screaming.

Because now that I’d found her…Now that I could breathe…You could fucking bet I would never let her go again.

I couldn’t wait to not be a stranger to her anymore. I wanted to be her best friend, her everything. It was the only ending I could accept.

“If you were my girl, there wouldn’t be anything that would keep me away.”

“You should probably put him on notice then, sunshine,” he murmured with a slightly crazed grin.

“Of what?” I whispered.

“Of the fact he’s about to los...

I was a man possessed, and she was the forbidden fruit I couldn't resist.

I finally had her back, and I’d stop at nothing to make her mine. She might not see it coming, but destiny had already set its course, and I was powerless to fight it.

“You know who I fucking am. And don’t you fucking say his name again, or I’m going to choke you with my mother fucking cock,” Ari Lancaster growled.

“Yes, that’s it. Look at you, coming on my big cock. What a fucking good girl.” My insides clenched, another tiny orgasm fluttering through me at his words. He grinned wickedly. “Looks like someone likes to be praised. Which is my lucky day. Because I’m going to spend every day in this sweet pussy, telling you how perfect you are.”

‘What if I told you, you were always supposed to be with me? What if I told you that we were always meant to be together? What if I told you he was in the wrong for taking you from me!”

"I'm scared,” I finally murmured.

"I know, sunshine. But I knew what you were the moment I met you."

“Oh yeah, and what is that?”

“Mine,” he said softly, without a trace ...

She was mine, and I'd never allow her to slip away. The mere thought of losing her, of someone else even daring to lay eyes on her, ignited a dark, all-consuming obsession within me. It was a hunger, a need to possess her completely, body and soul. I wanted to envelop her in darkness, where there was no escape from my grasp, and she’d be forever bound to me. She wasn’t just everything; she was the only thing, and I’d descend to the depths of madness to ensure she stayed mine.

"I'll make you happy," he finally said, his voice tender and resolute. "It might take a while, but someday I'll make you happy for the rest of your life."

“I’m hard for you every fucking second of every fucking day. I’m obsessed with you, crazy over you in fact. I can’t stand to be apart from you for any length of time. So when you tell me you hate this perfect fucking body that I worship with every part of my fucking soul…well, we can’t have that, sunshine.”

“You. Are. Mine,” he growled. “Now say it.”

“I’m yours,” I panted in a choked voice.

“My fucking perfect g...

“Say it. Say you’re a good girl.”

“I’m a good girl,”

She and Monroe were talking to one of the WAGs behind them, so I could clearly see that at some point since we’d arrived at the arena, she’d put on a motherfucking Daniels jersey. “I’m going to murder you,” I hissed at Lincoln during a break. “I’m going to have Blake’s dog bite your dick off! And then I’m going to let him use as it a fucking chew toy!”

“Hurt me, sunshine,” he murmured, grabbing my hand that was still holding the razor blade, and pulling it up to his chest. “Every time you feel pain…hurt me instead. Let me take it from you.”

“Carve your name…carve your pain…I don’t care what you do, but hurt me instead,” he whispered as he dragged the blade across his chest. I stared at it, still in shock over what was happening, and I realized that he’d carved out a B. He was literally carving my pain into his skin. He was carving me.

“Sunshine, you haven’t realized, you’re saving me right back. I gave you my soul all those years ago, and I’ve just been existing ever since, waiting for you to come back to me. You aren’t some girl. And I’m not some boy. We’re soulmates, twin halves of the…Same. Fucking. Soul.”

Two days later when I woke up…Ari showed off a brand new tattoo of my name he’d inked where I’d cut his skin. I asked him why, and he just laughed. And somehow, Ari Lancaster…he did the impossible…he took my pain.

Because having someone else own your soul was always going to be a painful, beautiful experience. One I wouldn’t trade for anything. One I would fight for with my very last breath. And finally, I knew Blake was going to fight for it too.