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I’m forty-four, not eighty-seven, for fuck’s sake. And I just fought the little cunt to a draw, so…
Who the fuck hurts you. I don’t know. But with a flash, I realize finding out has just become my single most important mission in life.
Somehow, Brooklyn Ellis has managed to slip her way under my skin and is now the object of my full and undivided attention. God help her.
Kir slips into the room, his eyes locked on mine. “That’s the last time you lie to me, Ms. Ellis.”
“To answer your question,” I growl, “I’m not being a dick because of the other night.” I look at her coldly. “I’m just kind of an asshole in general.” I turn and leave. Because if she says another goddamn word or looks at me for one more second with those sinfully innocent eyes,
there’s no power on Earth that will keep me from her.
“The only reason,” I growl, “that I’m not kissing the absolute fuck out of you right now is that I need to ask you these questions first. And if I start kissing you, that’ll never happen, because I won’t ever stop.”
“You’ve known too many devils,” I murmur darkly. “But now you’ll just know one.” She trembles as my thumb strokes across her jawline, my eyes piercing into hers. “I’m your devil now, little sinner. I’m your only devil, and you’re my only sin.”
She grins impishly. “Did you hear anything I just said?” “I lost the plot when you walked into the room.”
“Breathe for me, babygirl,” he murmurs
darkly, his hands sliding over my ass, his fingers stroking my skin lightly. “I’ve got you. You’re doing so well, babygirl. You’re taking that big fucking cock like a such a good girl.”
“I’ve got scars older than you are, babygirl.”
“You love this girl?” “More than anything.” He grins. “You’re going to have your hands full with her, my friend.”
Call it chemistry. Call it the stars aligning. Call it Big Dick Energy. Or maybe, just call it love.
