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Our eyes locked. Mine. I felt lightheaded as I stared at her, the world rearranging around me until all I could see…all I could feel…was her. I had no idea who she was. But for a heartbeat, I forgot about the game, the score…the pressure. I was entranced. Nothing else mattered.
“Very nice, Disney,” Ari screamed. “Good fucking boy.” Praise kink unlocked. I’d have to examine that later.
My girl. Mine.
Wow. He was pretty. The kind of pretty that made you dizzy, and slightly obsessed. And wondering what having that for yourself would even be like.
“Wow,” he murmured, and I ached, because maybe a part of me had just fallen in love with the sound of his voice. It was like honey, warm and smooth as it slid across my skin.
I glanced around, realizing that the stands and the ice had almost cleared. Hmm. I guess time goes fast when you meet your new reason for existing.
She didn’t need to know that I would be the only hand she’d be holding for the rest of her life.
But in order to have the chance to be the good guy…I was going to have to be the villain first.
His kiss felt like a tattoo, branding me in a way I’d never come back from.
“My sweet girl,” he murmured in between kisses. “My gorgeous, perfect girl.” I was drunk on him. Addicted. Desperate in fact.
“Mine,” he whispered gruffly. Oh fuck. Something about just imagining myself belonging to him was an aphrodisiac in its most potent form.
Was his dick a mile long? Every inch felt like a journey.
“You’re going to look at me while I fuck that perfect pussy. I need to make sure you know exactly who’s inside you,”
Besides, I wasn’t going through just my “date’s” purse, I was going through my future wife’s
Cole: How’s Operation Act Crazy and Get a Popstar. Me: Is that what we’re calling it? Parker: I voted for “How to Be a Psychopath: a novel by Walker Davis” but Cole shot me down. Me: I’m not a psychopath. Parker: Said like a true psychopath.
Another pang of jealousy sparked in my chest. Like my body had already decided he belonged to me, and no one else should have the privilege of seeing him like that.
“Turn around,” he ordered, and just like last time, his take charge attitude was like catnip for my pussy.
“You have my name pierced through…your dick.” She started to back away. “Please tell me this isn’t where I end up as like a skin suit or something.”
Oh sweetheart, I’m going to take care of everything, I vowed silently. No matter what it took.
You're not a burden, you're my everything. Everything,” I repeated fiercely. “I breathe for you. I covet you. I spend every second of every day thinking about you. A burden?” I scoffed. “The way I love you goes beyond any love story you’ve ever heard. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you. I burn for you, in the way that only someone can when you’re holding a piece of their soul.”
