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Filthy images filter through my mind, the idea of corrupting the innocent girl in front of me almost enough to make me come in my pants. Innocence radiates from her like it’s radioactive. She may not be untouched, but she’s completely inexperienced with the darker tastes in life.
I’ve known Rayne Saint James for less than a day, but I can already see him for exactly what he is, a drug I can’t afford to get addicted to.
I’m too attached to her already, and I don’t know if she’ll be able to handle being the object of my obsessions. Too bad she doesn’t have a say in the matter.
“Because you’re mine, and I don’t take kindly to people touching what doesn’t belong to them.”
Emerson and I could come together like thunder and lightning, or like moths to a flame. I just had to hope neither of us was going to get burned.
He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, as if committing the feeling to memory. His eyes sweep over my face, making my cheeks heat in their path. No one has ever looked at me like this, like I’m the most precious thing in the world, like their world would stop if I were to walk away. It’s addictive, and I don’t ever want him to stop looking at me like this.
Rayne Saint James is going to destroy me, and I’m going to love every single second of my own demise.
“I can see your pretty little head trying to put pieces together. Don’t. You don’t want or need to know about the darkest parts of Chicago.” Rayne’s voice is soft, his fingers trailing from my shoulder to my hips. “Please take the money. It’s not charity, it’s not a hit to your pride, it’s selfish because I don’t want to lose you before I’ve even had the chance to have you.”
I have a temper. And when I say I have a temper, I don’t mean I get mad. No, when I snap, I black out for periods of time until someone can bring me back again, and I can’t afford for Emerson to see me like that.
because the saying is true. There’s no rest for the wicked, and I’m as wicked as they come.
“Rayne,” she breathes my name like a prayer. But you don’t pray to the devil. She’ll learn that sooner or later.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Come all over my cock,” he grunts. “You’re milking me so tight, Emerson. Your greedy pussy wants my cum so badly.”
