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“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.”
“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.”
Behind me, Raphael makes a noise of satisfaction. “You’re so tight, baby. You’re so…” His free hand spanks my ass again, loaded with his frustration. “Cazzo. Sei perfetta.”
“You’re perfect. You know that?”
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.
“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.”
Wren sighs and clutches her chest. “See, I told you he was a gentleman.”
The Queen of Hearts brought me to my knees, and I can’t find it in me to care.
“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.”
Just as the tension starts to scorch, he thrusts into me again, slow and searing. He falls into a rhythm but doesn’t pick up pace. Not when I tilt my hips, nor when I tighten my thighs around his waist.
“Now that I’ve saved your life, do I still need to get you a Christmas present?”
Anna looks up at Rafe as if he’s an SOS signal. He only brushes his thumb over my hip and says, “Happy Christmas, darling.”