More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“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.”
“They tailor made you to my liking, Queenie,” he murmurs. Then his tone sours. “Of course they fucking did.”
“Cazzo. Sei perfetta.”
“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.”
“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.
“When you start drinking like a Russian, even though you own a seventeen-percent stake in one of the fastest-growing whiskey companies in the world.” Meeting my eyes again, he adds, “That’s how you know.”
“I didn’t choose love!”
“I chose the King of Diamonds! I didn’t choose you!”
“And I didn’t either, yet here I am, stuck in your fucking trap! Stuck so deep I fear I’ll never get out!”
Just two fucking idiots in love.
“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.”
Lust burns. Love cuts.
“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.”
“Because I love you,”
