Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

Every breath I sucked in seemed thin, full of that damp earth scent which made me want to heave. But puking right now seriously wasn’t going to improve my situation and I really needed to improve my fucking situation, or I was pretty sure this dead girl was about to get a whole lot deader.

If eating pussy was an Olympic sport, I’d be a gold medallist. And if there was a dick of the year competition, I’d have a whole shelf dedicated to my winning streak.

Fritz hit the water with a huge splash then slowly sank into its depths. The sharks would destroy the dickless wonder by morning. Nom nom nom. We should really have been given some kind of medal for feeding the shark population around here. There were a few rare species in these waters, but I liked to think they just became a little less rare tonight.

I just needed to breathe something that wasn’t her, something that didn’t make me want to find the nearest set of handcuffs and tether her to me forever.

“I used to spend a lot of time thinking about what I’d do if you ever came back, Rogue. And the long and short of it is, baby, that I’m never letting you get away again.”

She'd been in my dreams since I was eight years old. And she'd laid claim to my soul long before then. Now she was back, I was finally going to do what that little boy had never been able to. I was going to make her mine. And I was never going to let her go.

"You and me have been written in the stars for a long fucking time, Rogue. I know you used to feel it too. We're inevitable. Always have been, always will be."

Her fiery tone was getting me hot and I realised I didn’t really give a shit how much she ran her mouth at me. So long as she was still fucking here, I’d take anything on offer.

She looked at my eyes which were no doubt heavy with dark rings, but I’d have gone a whole fucking year without sleep just to be sitting next to her here in the flesh again. I had no intention of closing my eyes anytime soon in case fate dared to steal her from me once more.

And I didn’t care if Rogue was as pissed off as a bobcat in a bees’ nest. She was my fucking bobcat. And I would find a way to tame her until she was purring in my lap.

"You think you really hate me that much?" he taunted, finding my hand and pushing the knife he held into my grip. I watched him in fear as he turned the blade in our combined grip and pressed it against his throat before removing his hand and just staring down at me. "So do it, then. Take your vengeance and rid the world of a monster while you're at it. My heart only beats for you anyway so if you want to carve it from my chest then you can. It's yours whatever way you want it."

"If you wanna be the one to pull the trigger then fine," Fox said. "Give me a name and I'll have fun with him for a couple of days. Then when I'm done, you can come on in and blow his brains out. You can even wear a tiara and play the part of the vengeful queen."

But I do know that the moment I saw you back here, my heart leapt right up into my throat and I swore to myself I'd never let you go again. The bond we have can't ever be undone. Ride or die doesn't come close. We're more than family, more than anything tangible. Our fucking spirits are entwined. So you can keep trying to run and we're gonna keep coming to catch you when you do until one day, you realise you're right where you're supposed to be."

wait, where would he stick his dick if I was a mermaid? And how do mermaids poop?

save me Lord for I have sinned because fuck me Jesus, that was the darkest, hottest thing I think I'd ever heard someone say.

This dude, this total fucking asshole of a dude, just went to bat for my Mutt and all of a sudden I wanted to worship him on my knees. But no, he was still a mega prick of undeniable proportions, so I wasn't gonna be doing that. But kudos to him for making me consider it.

Nothing surprised me. I'd once had a girl pay to baste me like a turkey and tickle my giblets. The gobbling part was weird, but I was kinda getting into it by the end.

She tasted like coconuts and fucking poetry. I wanted to taste her everywhere and show her what this grown ass man could do to her body.

nothing could banish my good mood. Because I’d just shown Rogue how hot I could get her in under two minutes. So she was going to be left wondering what I could do to her in ten.

I didn't want flowers and kisses. I wanted a man who saw what he wanted and took it. I wanted to use him and be used by him and feel the most perfect kind of dirty in the morning.

I couldn’t be a good person for her, but I could be someone who always protected her, who gave her fucking everything. I’d carve a slice out of the moon if that was what my girl wanted. I’d figure out a way to get it done. She just had to say the word.

“I’d ruin you, baby. I’d prove there’s no other man on earth who can make you feel the way I do. You deserve to be fucking worshipped. I’d show up at your church every day and get down on my knees for you. Every. Fucking. Day.”

“I want anything you have to give me, hummingbird. Fight me, cut me, leave your mark on me. Whatever makes you feel better, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ve laid my claim and you’ll have to summon an army of demons from hell if you want any chance of keeping me away from you.”

I’d craved her touch for too long, and I didn’t care if she wanted to burn me at the fucking stake, I’d still enjoy her fucking company while I went up in flames.

When we come together, I want to feel every single piece of it. I want your hot pussy tight around my aching cock and for there to be nothing in this world left to divide us,"

There was a guy who needed climbing like a tree. Shame about the coconut he kept in his skull in place of a brain though.

"Casual sex is pretty much my expertise, pretty girl. Now let me show you why people pay so fucking much for a piece of me."

I was a self sufficient woman with a doctorate in stealing shit and an honours degree in getting the fuck away with it.

She was my sunrise. The one I’d been waiting for for ten years. And I wanted to wake to her every day, watch her light up my morning for as many days as I had left on earth.

I kissed her slow and deep and her tongue moved with mine, tasting of sea salt and my future wife. I was half tempted to get down on one knee right now if I knew she wouldn’t kick me in the balls for it. I’d earn that yes from her somehow though.

"I took his car too," I added. "Sold it for two hundred bucks and a coupon for a free grilled cheese. Best sandwich I've eaten in my entire life. Fact."

She could use me until I was ruined, because my only wish in my whole life had been that this girl wanted me the way I wanted her. But if I couldn’t have that, then she could have whatever pieces of me she liked and discard the rest.