Dead Drop (The Guild, #2)

by Tate James

3982: You’re a psychopath, Bunny. 6279: No, I’m a sociopath, mon cœur. I’m your sociopath. Never forget it. Oh geez. Fuck poetry and flowers, this man knew the way straight into my heart. The butterflies were flapping so hard I wondered if they might put me in cardiac arrest.

“Contrary to what it may have seemed,” he murmured, “I’ve never forced anyone.” I snorted a laugh. “Oh, precious, don’t fucking lie to yourself. You forced me. You just didn’t realize I was into it too.” The force of his scowl bored into the side of my face, and I smirked.

“Shut the fuck up,” she whispered, rolling her hips and doing something that felt fucking amazing with her muscles. “Kai, I swear to fuck, if you stop me from coming, I’ll staple your balls to your butthole.”

I scoffed a laugh. “Couldn’t even if I wanted to, I don’t have his number.” “Ten points to Marx house,” Leon murmured, and I stopped dead in the middle of the pavement. “Um, Bunny was that a Hogw—”