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Whoever did this to her is a fucking dead man,
“I’m here, baby.”
Coraline Carter is going to ruin me. It’ll be the most exquisite ruination, and I’ll welcome it with open arms.
“It’s not fine. Someone put their hands on you, baby, and now they’re going to lose them, yeah?”
“Let me take care of you,” I practically beg. “I don’t know how,” she whispers, her eyes filling with tears.
“Who did this to you? Give me a name, and I’ll take care of it.”
“I need you to listen to me when I tell you that none of this is your fault. None of it. I don’t give a fuck what you said, there is no excuse for a man to put his hand on you. And baby? I will take an enormous amount of joy in teaching these motherfuckers this valuable life lesson.”
I rest my forehead against hers, closing my eyes. “You’re safe with me,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “I protect what’s mine, and you, Coraline Carter, are mine.”
My lips press against her forehead, a silent promise. I won’t let anything happen to her again. Not now, not ever.
For tonight, I’m going to pretend he left his hand there because he wanted to touch me.
“You lookin’ for me, baby?”
I like knowing you’re in my bed.”
“So you’re saying I’m special,” I tease, stretching my foot out to poke him in the arm with my bare toe. He reaches over and palms my ankle, his thumb brushing over my skin softly. “The most special.”
“Coraline?” “Hm?” I answer without opening my eyes, the clutches of sleep already dragging me under. “Why did you leave me?” he whispers.
Instead, I’m casually plotting dismemberment. I’ve never really been a fan of it myself, finding it too gruesome for my tastes. But I’ve witnessed parts of the process before, during those exceptionally dark days when the Reapers were at war with rival MCs. But now? Now I fucking get the appeal. Because that asshole with the hoodie touched something that didn’t belong to him. So now he has to lose his hands. It’s really as simple as that. An efficient message. How else will he learn to keep his hands to himself?
“Hey, Jasper?” “Yeah, baby?” “What’s this tattoo of?” she whispers. I reach over and tap the design. “Don’t you recognize it?” She flicks her gaze to me, arching a brow. “Should I?”
“Considering it’s your bite, yeah, baby, I think you should.”
“Come on in, baby. I won’t bite.”
“What do you want?” He turns me around in his arms, walking us back toward the platform. “Didn’t I tell you? I only play for keeps.” And then he kisses me.
“Good, you’re angry. Me too.” She leans into me. “You don’t get to be angry.” “The fuck I don’t,” I counter,
“No, you don’t, Jagger.” “Don’t,” I murmur, surging forward until my lips hover over hers. “Don’t push me, Coraline.”
“You don’t get to be angry, because you’re not my goddamn boyfriend.”
“You’re right, baby. I’m your fucking man.”
“This isn’t real.” “I’m getting tired of hearing you say that, baby.” “Well, it’s true, so get used to it,” she bites out. “Does this feel fucking fake to you?”
Her mouth parts, a snappy retort on the tip of her tongue, I’m sure. But I don’t give her a second to spit it out at me. I dive in and swallow every single word, sweeping my tongue around and proving to her that nothing about this—about us—is fake.
“Tell me to stop.” She lifts her chin. “No.”
“You sure, baby? Because you feel awfully wet for someone who doesn’t think this thing is real.” I reassure myself that he can’t tell how turned on I am by a few light touches and drugging kisses. “Don’t get cocky, Jasper. I’m soaked from the lake.”
The idea of people watching him play with my pussy turns me on like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
“What if I tell you they’re watching me touch this pretty little pussy right now?” His voice is low and rough, dripping with desire. “Watching you make a mess on my fingers.”
“Just remember, they can watch. But no one can touch you but me. You’re mine, Coraline.”
“God fucking damn, baby. If this isn’t the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s my girl,”
“Goddamn, Coraline. You taste so fucking delicious,”
“Take me back, Jasper.”
“Fuck, baby,” I mutter, my voice rough with need. “You gonna swallow my cum like a
She’s mine. All mine.
“Nah, it’ll smell like sweet cherries and vanilla. And lake water. It’s my new favorite scent,”
“What did I say about flirting with my boys, baby?”
“I wasn’t flirting. I was saying hi.”
“Then I guess I’m editing our rules, baby. Rule number six: no saying hi to any Reapers but me.”
“That’s not a rule. You can’t control who I say hi to, Jasper. If you’re jealous, then why don’t you just say that.” “I’m f...
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I shake my head. “There’s no reason to be jealous.” “Doesn’t work that way, Coraline.”
And now, it feels fucking uncomfortable when he doesn’t call me baby. I don’t like it.
Today, she was free, uninhibited, and mine.
A thought takes root, blooms too quickly for me to stop it. But I think I might love Coraline Carter for the rest of my life.
“I’ve got you, Coraline. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You’re so beautiful like this. Here, in my bed,”
“I like waking up next to you,”
“Me too, baby, probably more than I should.”
“Baby. You sucked my cock like it was one of your vegan ice cream pops yesterday.”
