Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

Love is nothing more than a form of control. And from here on out, I will be the only one in control.

see a familiar face staring back at me. I only saw her for a few brief moments today, but it was enough to commit her face to memory. It’s not like you can forget the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.

Then she winds her fingers in my hair and smiles. “Good boy.” And just like that, those two words become my undoing.

I like Jade too much. It would be very, very stupid of me to develop feelings for my ex’s new girlfriend. But I don’t think there’s much I can do about it at this point.

As he leans in, I panic. “Don’t,” I bark, just as our lips are about to touch. Like a good boy, he stops. For a while, he holds the position, just staring at me as if he’s waiting for me to change my mind. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. “Fuck it,” he mutters. Then his mouth crashes against mine as he devours my lips in a blazing kiss. I could push him away. I could tell him to stop. I don’t.