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“Are you two together?” Romarc’s fling asks. “No,” Sailor answers for us. She looks to her hand, which I notice is bare, her wedding ring no longer perched perfectly on her finger. “So why are you here?” she pushes. Sailor looks to me, elbows propped on the table. “Yeah, not really sure how to answer that without getting shot.” She winks at Romarc’s fling, who laughs at her. Sailor then looks to me and says, “Care to answer?” Her bravery is making me speechless. Almost. “No.”
Maybe I should keep her as my little whore. To fuck whenever I want. But as I look into her eyes, her forehead coming to lean on mine, I know I can’t keep her. She was never mine to have in the first place.
“I smell of musk, probably taste like it too. Let’s ask.” She looks over Lucas’s shoulder and straight at me. “Do I taste like musk?” Every person in the room goes silent at her question, and I can feel them all waiting for my answer. “The sweetest,” I reply with a lick of my lips.
I reach for the knife, but she grabs it before I can, and in one swift movement has it against my neck. “How about you lie down while I fuck you.” What the fuck?
“Hey, you plan to kill me anyway, so what’s the harm?” she says right over my mouth, surprising me by digging the knife into my flesh. So, I reach my hand down to slide my cock inside her, following her fucking order. “Now, shut up and fuck me before I decide to kill you first.”
I wonder how long I’ll keep her around until I do kill her. “I’m not fucking you again. Now or ever.” Okay, maybe I’ll kill her sooner rather than later.
The club is full of family, friends, and acquaintances. I hate them all. Apart from the little honey-brunette standing in front of me who I kind of like.
“Sailor …” I turn back around at my name. “I think you could rule a fucking kingdom if you tried.”
