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But it’s his eyes I focus on. Deep violet one step and impossible, angry blue the next. For some reason, I recognize them. Recognize the British accent. And I know I’m in trouble.
“You could,” she concedes, even as she puts more distance between us. Reaching the door to the stairwell, she grips the knob in one hand and twists, pushing it open. “But that’s not why you came here tonight, is it?”
Feisty….I love it
Not only did he find it, but he witnessed me at my most vulnerable and compromising. On my knees, covered in someone else’s blood.
Maybe that should unsettle me more, but for some reason it was sort of… comforting, being discovered like that. Like cracking yourself wide open and letting someone see the ugliest parts of you, and them not running away in fear or disgust.
“I’m surprised to see you here, though. Without a pair of handcuffs, that is.” “I can assure you my bedroom habits have nothing to do with what parties I attend.”
“Let me guess,” he says, bracing his elbows on the table. “Brunette, killer figure. Young. Draws the attention of the room without even trying?” My eyes narrow, and I balance my cigar on its ashtray. “How in the bloody hell can you possibly know that?” His grin widens, threatening to show teeth. “Because I think she just walked in.”
“How would Daddy feel if he knew where you were right now? If he knew the man who once held his life in the palm of his hand was currently cradling your cheek and fantasizing about just how wet he can get you?”
Sometimes, the best revenge is just moving on. Thriving, while the men who ruined my life sit back and have no say in anything.
When I lean down and press my lips to hers, the entire background of the pub seems to melt away. My tongue prods the seam of her mouth, and it opens on the softest sigh, beckoning me to explore. And right then, I know. I’m fucked.
“First thing you should know,” he says, or breathes, rather. Like the kiss we just shared dragged the air from his lungs the same way it did mine. “I don’t share. Ever.”
“The only sharing I’m interested in when it comes to you, is ensuring my cock gets as much time with your cunt as my lips. Believe me, love, when I say you won’t require more than that.”
There’s something about this man—it’s wicked and dangerous, tainted by evil doings, but he somehow maintains a certain charm despite that. Mama would say it’s his accent, deep and silken that confuses Americans and makes them putty in a Brit’s hands.
“Well, I think it’s safe to say we don’t have to worry about holidays at my house. Hopefully your parents are more welcoming.” “My parents are dead.”
“I won’t be kept from you,” Jonas murmurs, his words hot and damp as they send a flurry of goose bumps across my skin.
I don’t particularly mind her making the space her own. Especially given that I’m rarely here, and she has quite literally nothing else. What I mind, however, is the fact that she’s stark fucking naked. Sitting with a pillow under her knees, Lenny’s entire bare backside is plainly visible to me and the entire ocean, since the lights are on and the curtains are drawn.
“Making money off your art is a modernist way of thinking. I didn’t learn from the modern artists, though, and I guess I just don’t think a price tag adds value. I think the quality, the passion, is what matters. That’s what lives on, long after you’re gone.”
“Okay, I get it.” Elena’s voice barely penetrates through the fog, and I wrench my mouth from Jonas’s, glancing at her from past his shoulder. “I think I just got pregnant again watching that.”
“I reject the notion that I’d notice anyone but you,” he says quietly, piercing my heart with the tenderness of his words.
“You want to come while he’s watching?” Jonas whispers, and I almost spit out my drink. “Show him, love. Prove to him who you belong to.”
“You’re soaking me, love. Doing such a proper job drenching my fucking fingers. I have half a mind to add more, stretch you apart right here and see how well your juicy little cunt takes it.”
“Be a good girl and don’t draw any more attention while I’m inside you.”
“To new discoveries,” Jonas says, pinning Preston with a solemn look, before raising his free hand and sucking on the tips of his fingers. Sucking me off of him. “And delicious brunches.”
“They don’t matter,” he rumbles, his voice dropping so its low vibrations echo in my chest, “because once I’m inside of you, splitting you open and filling your cunt with so much cum you choke, you won’t remember anyone else existed.”
“Do you have any idea how stunning you look on your knees?” Pulling back, I kiss his slit, absorbing the pearly bead leaking from it. “Not as stunning as I’ll look with you down my throat.”
“The next time I find you alone with him,” Jonas rumbles, “he’s dead.”
I reason that I don’t need to hear the rest, anyway. I can fill in the blanks, and I’ve already made up my mind. Preston Covington will not survive me.
Besides, I know Daddy’s the one who leaked about me cheating. Wanted to salvage his relationship with Covington Pipelines and keep Preston on his good side, so he sabotaged his daughter and then blamed her for it.
What a piece of shit
Every kiss with this man feels like a battle of wills and sanity. Like we’re fighting attraction with violence and trying to see who comes out the victor.
“And when I’ve gotten my fill—a great feat, mind you, because I don’t think I’ll ever not be starved for your taste—I’ll spread you out, tie you to my headboard, and fuck you full of me.” Jesus. My tongue darts out, sweeping across my bottom lip. “Threat or promise?” And for the first time since I met him, Jonas Wolfe smiles.
“Are you okay?” “Dead,” she mutters, still not moving. “You killed me. Congratulations.”
Lenny breathes out a laugh, clenching around my fingers. “Violence gets you going, huh?” “Only if it’s yours.”
Richard Stiles’s horrified face comes to mind; how he’d seemed so shocked on the balcony when I fought back. It was almost as if someone had told him I wouldn’t, and I’ve always wondered who. I think deep down, though, I’ve always known.
“Knocking is a privilege not reserved for secret-wielding swine,” I snap, pulling my Glock from the inside of my jacket. Twisting a suppressor onto the end of the barrel, I cock and aim, putting a bullet through the other man’s neck before he even has a chance to spit my brother’s cock out.
Well shit
“This is exactly where you belong, love. Riding my cock, flushed with pleasure, and dirtied up from a previous round. Our living room may be filled with art, but you’re the most bloody beautiful creation I’ve ever laid eyes on. The museums and galleries should be envious.”
“You never would’ve asked,” Jonas chokes out. “And you shouldn’t have to, Lenny. You deserve to have someone in your corner without having to beg them to show up in the first place.”
