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For those that race through life like Riley. Never ease up on the gas until you cross the line first. Or die trying.
This
was some Game of Thrones, incest as fuck, brother and sister making out.
“She kissed him, Sebastian. Kissed him passionately… like a lover.”
“He knew she was fucking her brother, and he still married her.”
“Don’t ever keep anything like this from me again.”
“You keep shit from me all the time in the pretense of ‘protecting me.’ I was just doing the same fucking thing.” Beck’s lips twitched, and he nodded. “Touché, baby.”
Somehow these rich, arrogant fuckers had buried themselves deep in my heart.
“I’m bossy because I fucking love you, Butterfly. I’m not letting anyone take you away from me. But … if it was important to you, I wouldn’t have stood in your way. I would have just made sure that we were prepared for anything. I would have had backup.” He reached out and cupped my face, his hand rough and soft at the same time. “I won’t stand in your way, baby, but I will stand at your side, where I belong.”
“I love you, Sebastian.”
He stilled, the storminess of his eyes fading to something almost silvery. That was how they looked when he was happy. Content. He reached up, his other hand cupping my face, too, and in true Beck style, he slammed our mouths together. The kiss was hard and punishing at first before it gentled to loving touches of lips and tongue and hands.
A relieved gust of air left me. That’s how fucked up my world was—I was relieved that the psycho drug-his-own-daughter was my father.
“You probably don’t believe this, Riley, but I’m not your enemy. I don’t always make the right decisions, but I do always have the well-being of my family and company at heart.”
“Stop it,” I scolded. “You didn’t value money over morals. You valued your sister’s life. I can’t...” I broke off, my voice cracking. “I can’t blame you for that.”
“Baby, were you thinking about taking off without me?” Beck teased, sliding into my usual seat and closing the door. “I wasn’t that long.”
“No, but I am going to drive us home.”
“Okay,” he replied, shocking the shit out of me. “Take the long route. I want you to savor this.” His grin turned wolfish. “Because it’s the only time I’m ever letting you drive this car.”
I snorted a laugh as I threw the gear shift into reverse and hooked out of the parking
lot we were in. “We’ll see about that, Sebastian. After all, I ...
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“There are two things I need you to remember, Butterfly,” he said softly. “One: Catherine is going to pay for what she has done. In every way possible, she will regret the day she hurt you.”
“Two: your parents loved you very much. I didn’t even have to meet them to know this, because you are so fucking lovable. But, and I don’t say this to take away from them .... you have so much love and family in your world still. I fucking love you. An unconditional sort of love. It doesn’t matter how you fuck up, Riles, you’ll always have me. I’m your family.”
“Catherine needs the vote to go her way,” he said. “Check your board members. She thinks she has the votes to get Huntley in, and if that happens, they’re going to kill you all.”
“I don’t handle it well when you’re out of my sight, Butterfly,”
Catherine had orchestrated the murder of my parents—my real parents—and this was proof.
Beck fucked me with one look. The rest was a pure bonus, because
there was no one in the world that could do to me what he could.
“You belong to me,” Beck said softly, that expression never wavering from me. “Dante might have some of your past but that’s all it fucking is. The. Past.”
“Something on your mind, Sebastian?”
“Beck’s just pissed off that I was already tagging along and he can’t do all the dirty, depraved things he wants to do to you in that outfit.”
“Beck’s not good at dealing with the fact that he’s stuck with that hard on until we get the info we came for and get home.”
“Butterfly,” Beck snapped,
“If you don’t
stop looking at me like that, your dress isn’t making it out of this e...
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“I’m a possessive asshole?”
“Yes, Sebastian. You are.”
“You’re damn right I am, Butterfly. You belong to me, and the sooner Dylan and the whole fucking world learns that, the better.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,”
“You belong to me, Sebastian Roman Beckett.”
“Even when you are acting like a fucking Neanderthal. Now, go tell Dylan to catch an Uber home because I want you to fuck me at least twice before we start looking over those stolen documents. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured,
Loving and trusting someone didn’t mean you had no secrets, it meant that you trusted them to ensure their secrets never came back to hurt you.
“Beck overheard one of the guys in social studies talking about your tits. Looks like he decided to stake claim.”
“Is that true? Did you just publicly piss on me because some guy complimented my rack?”
“You’re damn right, I did,” he told me in a voice drenched in sex and need. “Now no one can pretend they don’t know.”
“Know what?”
“That you’re...
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“Now, Sebastian,” I scolded teasingly. “We’ve been over this. But I guess we can settle on mutual ownership ... until I can get you alone for a power struggle later.”
Under the table, Beck reached over and took my hand in his, threading our fingers together. It was a small thing, but it reminded me that we were in this together.
“You shouldn’t call other women whores,” I said softly. “We should be sticking together in this fucked up world, not dividing amongst ourselves through petty jealousy. My shine doesn’t dim yours, love.”
Beck’s hand wrapped gently around my throat, and my body clenched. His voice at my ear was a whisper. “No one puts jewelry on this perfect body except me.”
