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Malik Brov is right up there with my brother in the world of cray-cray.
We’re strangers. She’s some shit-hot, badass, criminal businesswoman and I’m a girl who can barely keep her head above water, just trying to survive in a world I never wanted to be a part of.
Malik might be a dick, but he was right about one thing. You dance with passion, with fire. You fucking slay me. I’d willingly burn up in your flames, and suffocate in your ashes, if it meant I could hold you close again. If it meant you’d let me in. Zayn.
Pen, Do you remember how you used to talk about these trainers? Because I do. I remember everything. I remember wanting to be able to buy these for you, and I remember vowing that one day I would. These past few weeks I’ve been reminded of how it felt to be your friend and when we kissed in the studio yesterday, I remember how it felt to be loved by you. I told you it fucking hurt when you walked away, and it did. But I don’t give a shit about any of that anymore. Do you hear me, Pen? I don’t give a fuck what made you leave, only how to fix this distance between us. I’m here when you’re ready
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Of all the four Breakers, dancing with Dax was like coming home. He was my home.
“Dancing with you is a gift, Pen. Loving you an inevitability,” he whispers
There is only us. There has only ever been us. And I fucking hate that she walked away from what we had. I hate that I let her. That we let her.
She didn’t need me to step in because she fought for herself. My girl. My fighter. My Titch.
She wants me as much as I want her. Zayn might have got to her first just like when we were kids, but I was the one who brought her into the fold. I was the one who found her beneath that oak tree. I’d known from the moment she slipped her hands into mine that she would be ours. I didn’t fucking hesitate then, and I refuse to do so now.
“Please,” I hush out. “Please what, Titch?” “Please make me come.” “With fucking pleasure,” he growls before removing his thumb, hooking his finger deep inside of me and assaulting my clit with the flat of his tongue. He's relentless. Expert in his attention. He's a fucking god at this. And me, I’m at his mercy.
“You make me want to be a better man. I was blinded for too long. Now I can see fucking clearly.”
“Because that’s what I did too. That’s what I did, Xeno. You were just too angry to see it. You’re still too angry to see it.”
“Give me a badass gangster any fucking day.” “Clancy, they’re dangerous people.” “I know. Such a fucking turn-on.”
York asks, cocking his head and dragging his thumb over his bottom lip. Why the fuck is that so sexy? Is there some secret club where boys go to learn sexy stuff like this or do they just go on TikTok and pick up all the lip biting, hair stroking, and eyebrow arching intense shit from there?
And just like when we were kids, Dax swoops in, protecting me once again.
Seeing her barefaced, with wet hair and dressed in my clothes does stupid things to me. I thought she looked fucking stunning in that sexy little outfit and those damn heels, but this woman before me. This is the woman who turns me on, who makes my fucking stomach drop out, my heart miss a beat, and my cock ramrod straight.
Her gaze locks with mine and in that moment, I see her. I really see her. My Kid. My beautiful fucking girl.
“You lying here beside me like this… Spread open for me like this. Fuck, I feel like a king. I feel like the richest man in the world. You, my Kid, our Pen, our lucky penny.”
“Fuck, Kid. Do you know how much I love you?” “How much?” I whisper, my heart soaring. “It’s a tear-the-sky-down-and-rip-a-man-to-shreds-for-even-looking-at-you amount. A lot, Kid. So fucking much.” “That’s pretty huge,” I grin, unable to help myself.
