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“Since when did you start drinking vodka?” “Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”
“Put some clothes on, Penelope. My men are onboard and I don’t want to kill anyone else today.”
“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. “He was eyeing something up that doesn’t belong to him.”
“But I’m going to take you anyway, and then I’m going to ruin you.” I blink. “What?” “It’s only fair,” he says, tone devoid of emotion. An awful sense of dread creeps over the planes of my shoulders and squeezes the nape of my neck. “Why?” I breathe. He doesn’t miss a beat. “Because it’s only a matter of time before you ruin me.”
“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?”
“Do me a favor, Penelope,” he growls against my racing pulse. “Unless you’re moaning my name or sucking my dick, keep your fucking mouth shut.” Another tug on my bun, another crackle in my clit. “I’m so sick of the shit that comes out of it.”
“Good, because I have a better number. How many times I’ve fucked my fist thinking about you.”
“How many times?”
“Too many to count.”
“You talk a lot less shit when I fuck you in my dreams.”
“Get inside, Penelope,” he says, without looking up. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Enemies with benefits, then. Jeez, Pen. Have you never had a fuck buddy before?”
“Whose pussy is this, Penelope?”
“Answer the fucking question,”
“Mine.”
“But we can share!”
“Share? You think I only want your pussy on Wednesday and Saturdays, or something?” “You’ll get what you’re given,”
“He means, he gets why Rafe is obsessed with you now. You talk almost as much shit as he does.”
I’ll have to pick myself up from the ashes and start afresh.
giving me new confidence, but I curl my finger around his collar pin and yank him toward me. “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.
I’ll ruin his life.
He’ll break my heart. In the end, neither of us will win this game.
‘Luck is believing you’re lucky. This will just give you a little boost when you forget it.’”
“Say something,”
“I’ll kill him,” he says tonelessly, and then the bed dips and I’m cold. He stands at the end of it, scooping up his slacks. He takes a deep breath, glaring at the wall. “I’ll find him, and I’ll kill him.” He pauses. “Slowly.”
“What’s the alternative?” I snap his waistband and it slaps back to his stomach with a loud thawp. “Talk about our feelings?”
“You think you’re funny, huh?”
“My Christmas present to you is that I’m going to fuck...
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“No talking. Just relax and let me worship you.”
“My Queen of Hearts,”
“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.”
I don’t care if he thinks I’m pathetic. I just know if he tries to pull me off this sofa I’ll put him in a headlock, stomach wound or not.
“You have some nerve bursting in here. And I’m not your girl—”
Prove to her that you’re not the massive cock you’ve made yourself out to be.
How do I know? Because saying it aloud is as easy as breathing. Because even the mention of her name lights my skin on fire. Because she’s my first thought in the morning, and my last at night. Because I just. Fucking. Know. I swallow. “Because even though I’m unlucky with you, I feel even unluckier without you.” Her breathing grows denser, filling the hollows in my chest. I suddenly remember why I brought her here: I need to know you’re not like the others.
Penelope Price for Dummies.
My throat grows thick. “What is this?”
