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“Vodka.” My shoulders pull taut. “Since when did you start drinking vodka?” “Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”
I would let this man do absurdities to me.
Blankly, I stare at the foreign objects inside. “Hold on; I need to Google this.”
this is soooo me
“What did Blake do?” “Pissed me off.” I swallow. “So you killed him.” His palm presses harder into my stomach, and his chin comes to rest on my shoulder.
your honor it wasn't his fault!!!
Panic and annoyance fill me in equal parts. Just because I have a constant feral urge to rip all his clothes off with my teeth, it doesn’t mean I’ve suddenly tossed all my beliefs about men out the window.
SO REAL
“You eat burgers, although you know they’re bad for you. It’s the same thing, Queenie. You’re bad for me—” his stare carves a hot path down the front of my hoodie-clad chest, lands on the hemline, then he licks his lips “—but I still want to eat you.”
In the spirit of being honest, I must admit I love playing games with this girl. Especially when the loser gets spanked.
REF DO SOMETHING
“Maybe say it louder?” “Maybe get a fucking hearing aid?” she hisses breathlessly into the pillow.
SHES SO ME I CANT
Ironic, really. I dragged her onto this yacht with bloodied hands, with every intention to ruin her before she did me. And yet, one stray tear has got me in a chokehold, wondering if shit like chocolate and hot water bottles will stop another from falling.
“Um, what the fuck?” “Shut up, Penelope.”
“I don’t do this,” she blurts out, clambering to her feet. “Do what?” “Men.” “I don’t do men either.”
HAHAHAH
“All my other fuck buddies call me Penny.” Violence hits me like a lightning bolt. “And all your other fuck buddies will be six-feet-under if you mention them again.”
“So why tattoos?” A dark smirk touches her lips. She flips her long, black hair over her shoulder and pins me with a knowing look. “I like inflicting pain on men, even just for a little while.” I knew I liked this girl.
i need her book NOW
His stare traps mine. “You look like an angel when you sleep.”
“Didn’t like the idea of another man putting his hands around your throat,” he says dryly. I grit my teeth, digging my nails into my palms. “I set fire to his casino.” “Semantics.”
His gaze falls to mine, melting like the ice in his drink. “Penny…”
I tilt my chin to look at my car. Penny’s awake now, her face lit by the light of her cell screen. The little brat is slurping on a soda. My soda. A smirk pulls on my lips, but I bite it back. She happened to me.
She stills, like a deer caught in headlights, then with a shit-eating grin she takes an extra-long sip of my soda. Something sweet and sickly blooms in my chest. She can have my drink. Fuck, she can have it all.
“I can’t stand you, baby. Look what you do to me.”
WOAH WOAH I NEED TO CALM DOWN
I know when she’s done with me and I’m left in the ashes of her fire, I’ll be looking at another woman’s headboard and seeing those fucking eyes on it.
My shoulder connects with Anna’s more aggressively than necessary as I slide in beside Rafe. I put a possessive hand on his chest, and when his hand slides around my hip and brings me closer to him, a warm satisfaction runs south. I turn my attention to Anna. “Mine,” I say sweetly. “Now, fuck off.”
HELL YEAH GO GET UR MAN GIRL
When the door slams shut, leaving us alone in the corridor, I twist out of Rafe’s grip to face him. A hint of a smirk pulls on his lips. He swipes at it with a thumb and slides his hands into his pockets. “Meow.”
“Call another woman darling again, and she’ll die crossing the road.” It echoes what he said to me after I gave him a lap dance in his car. Guess that’s why he raises a brow and searches my eyes for humor. When he doesn’t find it, he nods, a small amount of satisfaction leaking through. “If that’s what you want, Queenie,” he says quietly.
“I don’t care how lucky you think you are,” he murmurs. “To me, you’re the unluckiest girl in the world.” Instinct pulls me away from him, but he only tightens his grip on my neck. “But you’re also the prettiest. The funniest. The fucking rudest. You’ve ruined my life but I’m not strong enough to stop you.”
“What’s that on Tayce’s arm? Thought she doesn’t have any tattoos.” Angelo huffs out a laugh. “It’s a dick.” I turn. “What?” “A massive veiny dick. Your girl drew it. Lucky for Tayce, it’s temporary. I think. It’s fucking awful.”
“Rafe throwing a punch? Fuck, maybe I’m the one who’s hallucinating.” Behind him, Benny gives me a thumbs up of approval.
benny's growing on me
“Hey, cutie.”
AW STOP IT
“Come here.” Maybe it’s the vodka slowing him down, but for once, I manage to step out of his reach in time. “Nico said you got him good.” “I did,” he says carelessly. “Now come here.”
His gaze falls to mine, softening. “I’m sorry, baby.” “I’m sorry too.” His jaw ticks. “Don’t you dare say sorry.” He shifts over to me, gripping my hair and nuzzling his face in my neck. “You’re not a girl that says sorry.”
I LOVE HIM
“No talking. Just relax and let me worship you.” His eyes flick to mine again, a heated desperation behind them. “Please.”
I AM GNAWING AT THE IRON BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE SOMEONE HELP ME
“My Queen of Hearts,” he rasps in fascination, more to himself than to me. “My beautiful demise.”
The only respite I’ve had from the pain was when the captain of La Signora Fortuna texted to let me know Penny had gone nuclear. Good. I hope she’s angry. I hope she ruined everything I own. And I hope she feels better for it.
“Never mind; I know that slam. You’re in trouble.” I turn to her. “How do you know I’m the one in trouble?” She scoops the sleeping dog off my lap and flashes me a look of disbelief. “Not going to be me or Maggie, is it?”
the rory and angelo crumbs are giving me everythinggg
“What’s this dick doing here?” Rory spots him a few seconds after I do, and tightens her grip on her dog. “No idea. We hate him, right?”
“Sweatpants, cugino? Am I seeing things?” “You’ll be seeing stars if you don’t get the fuck out of this house,” I reply calmly.
ATE DOWNNN
Splitting skin doesn’t feel anywhere near as satisfying when it isn’t for her.
why so hot if so toxic
I want to ask Matt if he has any kind of heavy, blunt object in his apartment that I can throw at Rafe’s windshield, but instead, I settle for flipping him off—with both hands—and dramatically drawing the curtains.
Fuck him. Fuck him twenty-times over. “Get. Out.”
“What was I thinking?” he murmurs, brushing his nose over mine. “How did I ever think I could let you go, Queenie?”
“Come home, Queenie. Come home and let me worship you every day for the rest of your life.”
this would work on me i fear
“I am home.” His palm skims down my spine and spanks my ass. “Our home,” he growls into my collarbone, planting violent kisses along it. “The yacht, baby. Hang your stolen clothes up in my closet, make your god-awful lasagnas in my oven. Light your girly candles in every room. I want all of it, all of you. Just come home.”
“Are you really cracking jokes when all I want to do is put my fist through your face?”
He looks so peaceful. He looks so heartbreakingly handsome. He looks like such a douche. I draw back my foot and kick him in the shin.
HAHAHAHAH
“Did you just kick me?” “You got lucky, I was aiming for your dick.” He finally pops an eye open, pinning me with a bleary yet blistering glare. “Fuck was that for?” “I’d give you three guesses, but all of them will probably be right.”
“Good morning to you too,” he murmurs, kissing me gently. “Let me get one kiss in before you bite my head off.”
IM SO SORRY THIS WOULD WORK ON ME
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “Sorry isn’t good enough,” I whisper back. His eyes flash. “Then what will be, Penny? Because one thing’s for sure; I’m not walking this earth without you.” He laughs bitterly, running a paw over his chest. “I tried it. Didn’t like it.”
“What?” He rises to his feet, shaking his head. “Nothing, baby.”
And she’s reacting like this? Yeah, I’m a grade-A cunt.
self reflecting king!!
Beside me, Angelo laughs into his eggs. I turn to glare at him. “How did you grovel?” He looks up at me lazily. “I killed her seventy-year-old fiancé with a bullet to the head. What did I need to grovel for?”
he knows what's up
“Here’s your tea, Rafey,” she says sweetly. Too sweetly. As I look down at the steaming liquid, Angelo nudges it out of reach. “Don’t drink that,” he mutters, chomping on a slice of toast. “I need you sharp today.”
“Answer it.” Rory looks at me like I’ve gone mad. “In front of you? As if!”
