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It’s over. It’s been over for two years. He’s wrong. If it was over, then what the hell has this entire trip been? The sex. The kiss. The need to hold me. We aren’t done.
Do I still love him? Yes, without a doubt. Am I in love with him? I have no idea.
She could be singing a musical horrendously off-key with food all over her face, and I’d still see her as my own fucking angel.
Needy? Yeah, I’m fucking needy when it comes to her.
“What are you going to do when I go to Hawaii with my family in January?”
“Burn your passport before you can leave.”
“You’re doing so good, Freckles,” I say, kissing below her ear as I thrust harder. My voice is shaky, but I keep praising her. “Taking it so fucking well.”
She’s like my own sunrise. Beautiful. Perfect. She fills a part of me that’s been empty and dark for as long as I can remember.
I’ve fallen in love with Stacey Rhodes.
Stacey is taking over my life and we’ve only been at this for a few months.
I’d give it all up for Stacey.
Fuck, I love this girl.
Mine. I want her to be mine and no one else’s.
My dad hugged now and again, but once he married Nora, it was like the father I grew up with died with my mother.
“I know you’re blaming yourself for all of this, little one – I can hear it in your voice. He’s a disease. And he’ll be dealt with. You don’t need to be silent anymore.”
It’s like a mixture of love and not being able to breathe unless she’s around – thoughts that run wild wondering what she’s doing, where she is, if she’s thinking of me. It’s the butterflies that flutter like maniacs when I know I’m going to see her soon. The Stacey Rhodes Effect.
“Does that prove I still want you? That I’m attracted to everything about you?”
“Because I love you. I’ve been in love with you for ages – it’s been all I’ve thought about. And I keep falling more in love with you every single fucking day.”
“You love me?” “I do. I’m in love with you, Freckles.”
I need to see her. I need to hear her voice. I need to touch her skin.
Maybe if I die, I’ll reincarnate into a dog. Stacey likes dogs. She’ll cuddle me. I like her cuddles.
Or maybe I can haunt her – make sure she doesn’t meet anyone else.
“Make them go away, Freckles.” “Make what go away?” I manage to ask. “The voices.”
Run and hide. Unless you want everyone to witness me fucking you? Having an audience won’t stop me – I’ll take you in front of the entire party.
“Ty moy, Vesnushki.”
Apart from the tattoos and style of clothing, I might as well be fucking a younger Tobias Mitchell. I shall never repeat that thought.
A man of few words, yet they’re enough to make my pussy throb.
“Always such a good girl when you’re on your knees for me. Taking every inch, your throat welcoming me home.”
“Part yourself. Show me your pretty little cunt.”
“That’s my girl,”
“Let go, Freckles. Strangle my cock while you scream for me.”
“Can I come inside you?”
“Fuck. Do I need to stop?” “Not yet,”
“I want to come again.” “So greedy.”
“You going to ride me like a good little
slut?”
“then I’ll fucking come in you. I don’t give a fuck if you’re on birth control or not. I’ll fill you with every damn drop and watch it leak out of
your cunt.”
He’s in his forties. And fifty per cent of the world’s population would fuck your dad.”
“What has fucking him got to do with his age?”
“Are you part of that statistic?”
“Maybe. It’s the villains that are the sexiest after all. Who wouldn’t want a bad boy?” “He’s a psychopath who murdered people.”
Apparently, that part of her body is out of bounds to my face and my dick.
Everything about her to me is perfect.
Wearing my art like a trophy. Branded as Kade fucking Mitchell’s property.
She was my girlfriend, and now she’s not. He was my brother, and now he’s not.
I need to get to my girl.
“Stop answering my questions with a question! God, you’re more like Kade than you think. Both idiots.”
We need to run, Stacey. If not, they’ll kill you.”
“Let’s assume Kade does get his hands on me,” he says as he follows me with our bags. “Would you help him, Stacey?” I throw my head back and laugh. “He’s the son of Tobias Mitchell. He doesn’t need help.”
