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Genevieve had walked into the path of my car and now into my game. If I couldn’t reach her, she was lost to me.
“Were you a virgin until I fucked you?” “No,” I breathed. His lip curled in strong emotion. “I was.”
He was everything I should loathe, and in the same heartbeat, I’d never wanted anyone more.
One word, and my entire reason had been lost. She wanted me. Holy fuck, she could have me.
“Part of the attraction. You’re beautiful.”
He watched me for a beat then reached up and cupped the back of my neck. And pulled me in for a very hot, and very public kiss.
“Goddamn you,” I said against his lips. “Don’t be long,” was his low reply.
My mouth fucking dried. With her hair done and a tight dress encasing every curve, she looked phenomenal. Glossy, and classy as fuck.
Then my anger rose again, because fuck the idea that this was fake. She belonged to me.
His eyes darkened. “Don’t torment me. I want you in all fucking ways, but there is no chance I’m letting you tie me up or blindfold me.”
“I don’t want this. I never wanted you. At the same point, I want you with every beat of my heart, and the thought of letting you go is a stab wound into my chest.”
“When I next stab this into someone’s throat or heart, ending their life, I’ll have this image in my head. Your cunt powering it up to deliver the killer blow.”
I threw my arm over my eyes, trying to control my racing heart and perverted brain. “Don’t you own any regular sex toys?” “I own a fucking brothel, Genevieve.” My lips curved. “Got any here?”
“Don’t ever tell me what to do. From the moment you walked in here, you belonged to me. Don’t forget that.”
I put all my energy into winning Gen over by being the world’s best fucking boyfriend.
I was in fucking love, and somehow happy about it.
“Because I love you, little maniac.”
