Be With Me

by Gabrielle Sands

“If I’d known you were the enemy, I would have enjoyed having you beneath me even more.”

While she wasn’t looking, I swiped her lip gloss off her desk and shoved it into my pocket. Why? Fuck if I knew. Probably because I was losing my goddamn mind.

“I want you to kiss me. And not just some fucking peck. I want you to kiss me and mean it.”

“What’s got you like this?” His tone was pure tease. “Was it when I called you a good girl?” His palm cupped me with firm pressure. “I bet this pussy loves to be praised.”

Mia Morales had infected my black heart with a virus that compelled me to do right by her. Fuck knows if I’d ever recover.

“I can’t fucking sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see you so vividly that I can practically taste you.” Romolo leaned in, brushing his lips against my temple. “I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to me, Berry, but I need to get you out of my system. And I think you need to get me out of yours too.”

“Simple. You. Me. A sturdy bed with a headboard, and a box of condoms. Remember how you said I hadn’t earned you moaning my name? Let me fucking earn it.”

That had always felt like an accurate description of me. Low risk. Low drama. Low chance of doing anything that might implode my life.

Good girls didn’t sleep with gangsters. But maybe I was tired of being good.

“I love you like I’ve never loved anything in my goddamn life. It’s terrifying. It’s relentless. You’ve gotten under my skin and into my soul, and you didn’t even try. Somewhere along the way, I stopped being mine and became yours.”