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December 15 - December 24, 2024
“Vodka.” My shoulders pull taut. “Since when did you start drinking vodka?” “Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”
“Where are we going?” Although, my heart already knows. “My bedroom.” “Why?” I whisper. He shifts his forearms under my ass. “So I can fuck you, Penelope. Why else?”
“Cazzo. Sei perfetta.”
“If I don’t put you back together after I break you, then there’ll be nothing to break next time.”
“He means, he gets why Rafe is obsessed with you now. You talk almost as much shit as he does.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, letting my arms fall. “Did you just bite me?” I look at him seriously. “You know what they say. Eat the rich.”
I’m deranged. Despite knowing this is temporary, has to be temporary, I know I’d give this girl the world on a silver platter, if she just said please like she does now when she wants to come.
Even though she’s brought me to my knees and set my world on fire around me, I’m not letting her go anywhere.
“Call another woman darling again, and she’ll die crossing the road.”
‘Luck is believing you’re lucky. This will just give you a little boost when you forget it.’”
“No talking. Just relax and let me worship you.” His eyes flick to mine again, a heated desperation behind them. “Please.”
“Let me hear it again.”
“My Queen of Hearts,” he rasps in fascination, more to himself than to me. “My beautiful demise.”
“If I drown, you’re drowning with me. If you burn, I’m burning too. Pick your route to hell, Rafe. The destination and the company are the same.”
“Come home, Queenie. Come home and let me worship you every day for the rest of your life.”
“Would you prefer it if I wasn’t a gentleman, Penny?”
“You’d be stupid to mistake my obsession with you as me being a limp-dick little bitch, Queenie. I’ll play your games and jump through all your hoops until you blow the whistle on full-time. But what I won’t do is tolerate you mentioning another man, hypothetical or otherwise.”
