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Although when I think of a blonde on her knees in front of me, it isn’t Paris who I picture.
“I can do that,” he eventually says. “But how about we make it a bet?” Things just got more interesting. I grin. “First to fall wins?”
“That was the last dick you’re ever going to touch that isn’t mine,” I inform her.
But I don’t have to worry. An hour later, it isn’t Greyson who comes to get me—it’s Steele.
I need to kick the shit out of Steele and remind him that there’s only one reason why Violet went down on her knees for him. Because I allowed it.
“I don’t have to fucking like you to own you. There’s no affection between us. You’re mine. Your mouth is mine. Your cunt is mine. Every fucking thought that runs through your head belongs to me.”
“If you’re going downstairs, I want everyone to know that you were just thoroughly fucked. I want them to smell it on your skin and see it in the flush in your cheeks. I want them to know my cum is seeping out of your cunt.”
“Oh, and Violet?” I glance back. “Don’t even think about making yourself come.”
But his eyes aren’t closed, and they’re not on her. He’s watching me out of the corner of his eye.
“You’re a little slut for me,” I tell her. “No one else will give you this rush.”
She reaches up and takes one of my earbuds out. I almost protest, but I keep my mouth shut. She slips it into her ear and closes her eyes, her hand landing on my forearm. And then she goes still, and the rest of the world fades away, too.
and she shudders. A tell. Another fucking tell.
What he doesn’t know is that he’s been digging his grave in my chest for weeks, and me in his. We’re going to trade one day. My heart for his. An even exchange.
One of their shows that stars my girl as the lead.
When’s the last time I’ve done this? Just kiss someone for the sake of their lips on mine?
“Greyson.” “Grey,” I automatically correct. She narrows her eyes. I shrug, going for nonchalance. “Violet and Grey? Makes sense to me.”
He wanted to take what’s mine. He wanted to hurt her in the worst way he could think of. He wanted to steal and take and destroy her. But she has a meaner, scarier, crazier stalker. Me. And I’ll protect her with every breath in my body.
“Threats work best on you, I suppose.” His expression turns contemplative. “Okay, how about this? You come with me, or I’ll spread you out on this table and make you come, and then no one will fucking doubt that you’re mine.”
“You’re an embarrassment,” he says to her. “Get the fuck away from us.”
“Even if you hadn’t come along, as you said…” He gets even closer. “Even then, we were destined to find each other.”
Violet, Violet, Violet. I can smell her sweet, floral scent in my room, like she rubbed herself along my walls, my sheets.
“You took something from me,” I say. She smiles. Smiles. Goddamn, she’s beautiful. “I know.” I narrow my eyes. “I suppose you would.”
“When I break you, it won’t be your leg. Or your ribs. Or your vocal cords. It’s your mind I’m after, Violet. Your mind and your soul, because that black heart that beats behind your ribcage? That already belongs to me.”
“I’m fucking telling you, Vi. It’s you and me. Only us. I’m not letting anyone or anything come between us again. You can count on that.”
Just the way I like it. When he brings it back and curls my fingers around the mug, he just smiles. “I pay attention.”
“Greyson had her blow me,” Steele says from behind her. She whirls around, then makes a face at me. “It was hot,” Steele says. I glare at him until he raises his hands in surrender. “And never to be repeated,” he hastily adds. “I’ll leave you girls to it…”
Another reason why I love you.” I freeze. “Love?” I choke out.
He pulls out of me and lowers my feet to the floor, but immediately his hand is between my legs. He thrusts two fingers inside me, pressing his body to mine. Keeping me pinned to the wall. “I can’t fucking wait for the day you have a baby in your belly,” he says in my ear. “And even though you’re on birth control, and you have a dance career ahead of you, I want you to picture our future every time I come inside you. Every time I push my cum back into your pussy.” Ugh. What a fucking turn-on.
“She’s delirious?” I roll my head to the side, focusing on Steele. My gaze narrows. “You like to watch, O’Brien?” He leans forward in his seat, steepling his fingers. “Sometimes. Other times I like to participate.”
“How about it, Steele?” I whisper, my voice husky. “You need to get laid, too?” “You’re trouble, Violet,” he answers. “Talking to me when your man is inside you.”
“You’re my favorite person on this planet, Violet Reece.” My confession meets her pulse point. “And we’re going to wake up next to each other for the rest of our fucking lives.”
Violet Reece is totally in love with me.
“I like when you wear my shit,” he murmurs against my lips. “And when you still have that just-fucked look, even though we haven’t done it in a few hours.”
“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he says,
“We’re connected, you and I. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
We got our dreams and each other. Perfect, right?
