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October 28 - October 31, 2025
“I’d rather shut my dick in a car door than do this again some time, Penelope.”
“My heart now wears Armani and has a Glock for every day of the week.”
the first thing I noticed was her copper hair. So messy and so much of it. I couldn’t tell whether she’d just been fucked senseless on polyester sheets or been dragged through a bush backward.
“Not every man that passes through this yacht will be as nice as me, Penelope.” “As nice as you? Are you forgetting you came at me with a hammer?” “Could have been worse.” “Yeah?” “Mhm,” he drawls, gaze flashing black. “I could have whacked it on your fucking head.”
“Penelope.” My lids flutter shut. So close.
“It’s yes, boss.”
just trying to make conversation with my new brother-in-law.” “Brother-in-law? You were due to be my aunt up until a few months ago.”
“Careful calling me boss when you’re half naked, Penelope,” he drawls. “I might just get the wrong idea.”
What did I tell you, Penelope? You want to work here, you have to be a lady. I said no more grifting, no more stolen dresses. I’d have added no more stealing wallets to that list if I’d known you were into that shit.” My mood darkens a shade. “What are you, feral?”
This girl isn’t the Queen of Hearts, but the Devil in disguise. Unfortunately, I can’t say for sure I wouldn’t follow her into hell.
“This is Penny.” “I know, we’ve met.” “You have?” We have? “Yeah, she walked in on you sucking my dick in the storage cupboard of Rafe’s yacht.”
Raphael’s head dips between his shoulders, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. Then his hand shoots out and grabs my throat so fast it steals my next breath. “Penelope. You’re five-foot-nothing and probably can’t throw a punch to save your life. Get in my car before I toss you over my shoulder and spank your ass for the inconvenience of getting me wet.” A tight, mocking smile flashes through the rain. “Please.”
“Cough up, sugar daddy.”
“Pin is four, eight, four, two,” he says quietly. He locks his fingers behind his head and leans back against the headrest. His gaze flashes like a warning sign. “Now, take it off.”
“Strip for another man again, and he’ll die crossing the road.”
“Go to sleep.” “But—” “But nothing, Penelope. Forget about Martin O’Hare; he’s my problem now.”
“Home, Queenie.”
