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This spring had passed in a blur, kicked off by an accidental homicide that my idiot cousin, Aly, and her boyfriend committed.
because it freed up one of the last hurdles standing between me and his daughter. Lauren Marchetti.
Good job with Blackwell today. I’m proud of you. Now show me how proud you are of yourself, Lauren.
I’d learned all her sounds, studied the way she made herself climax. It might have seemed obsessive, but it wasn’t; it was strategic. One day, I would use everything I’d learned against her, make her come faster than anyone else had, convince her that my hands and my tongue and my dick were made to get her off. I wanted her to crave me, need me. Was it manipulative? All kinds of messed up? Absolutely. I didn’t give a single, solitary fuck.
“This is what I’d have you do to me.”
wanted to be looking at her when she noticed me. I
My Lauren?
her. Hello, beautiful.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her sneak a quick glance my way, and I grinned to myself as the priest took his place behind the altar.
As if she could feel me staring, she glanced my way again, just long enough to meet my eyes, her brows lifting almost in question, like she wondered why I’d suddenly shown up here after nearly a decade of absence. I couldn’t help it; I winked at her. You’re why, sweetheart.
I was that turned on under those circumstances,
my back was to the wall and one of his hands was pinning my wrists overhead.
“The power of Christ compels you,” I muttered,
If hell had orgies, his cologne was what they smelled like: dark, smoky, with a seductive hint of spiced musk and the subtle tang of sadism.
“From what I remember,” he whispered into my ear, “you would have begged me to put my hands on you like this in high school.” Mother. Fucker.
“Junior spun me around, slipped his hand into my shorts, and got me off while the fireworks exploded overhead. Anyone could have seen us if they’d looked in the right spot, but they were all too busy watching the display.”
What was it about a guy kitted out in motorcycle gear that was such a turn-on? Was it the badass stereotype? The fact that so many bikers had been depicted as rebels without a cause in film and TV? Or was it the anonymity of the helmet? Anyone could be underneath that thing, and I’d always had a bit of a mask kink.
would obviously have to kill, violently, so there would be nothing left between us, and I could—
cared about her so much that I’d broken both our hearts to keep her safe.
“Yeah, you do,” he said. “You owe that woman the fucking world. You owe that woman the favor of all favors. If you want a second chance with her, you better be willing to do whatever it takes to gain her forgiveness.”
“Why don’t you think you’re worthy of love, Nic?” “Fucking hell,” I ground out, spinning away. “Because you should know that you are,” he continued, and I could hear the grin in his words. “Worthy of love.”
white knight kink.”
Their gaze lifted to mine. “Please, Lo.”
NT95 was Junior.
buried my face in my hands. NT95 had spent thousands of dollars on custom PPV.
what an understatement.
I wanted to fuck him. Hard. Dirty. Rough. I wanted everything his reputation promised. I wanted him ruthless. Wanted him to use me like his plaything. And maybe that was because it would be easier to keep myself from getting attached if there was no gentleness
“Only if you have a pain kink.”
“I needed to know you were okay, Lo.”
thighs squeezing either side of my head while I
tasted her.
“Are you saying I’m distracting you?”
“The way you’re staring at my mouth says otherwise.”
“You can do it, Lo,” I said. “Show those aliens who the queen of Powder Mountain is.”
“Oh,” she said, “you actually ca—” I cut her off with a kiss, going into it hard,
She tasted like champagne and strawberries, and I was pissed I hadn’t been here to watch her consume them.
“Whatever you want, whenever you want it.”
I wanted to do to Lauren right now wasn’t fit for public consumption.
his hand around my throat in warning.
“Tell that to the handprint on your neck.”
“Mhmm, mhmm,”
“What?” I asked.
from experience, but he was a hacker, so what the hell would he know about it?
smiled, devilishly handsome in the dim light. “Let me in and I’ll show you just how bad they are.”
“Good girl.”
“Keep looking at me like that and see if I don’t fuck you right here on these steps.”
What was the worst that could happen? “I’ll come.”
“That’s me, a real gentleman. Grab her hand in the streets and her hair in the sheets.”
“I’m good at making her come,” I said.
Now turn around.
