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Ruby shrugs, but her eyes betray her pain. “I didn’t know they were dating. John always flirted with me. He had asked me to the prom and made me feel special. Then, one day, he showed up at my house with his football friend, too, and … I guess it’s the price I paid for being curious … for trusting men.”
I’m sweating. I’m a dog on a chain, ripping my own flesh and growling to escape. “I want to kill her. And him. It takes everything for me not to.”
“Why?” Ruby raises a brow. “I can sue her, right? And your very sexy, smart friend, Ms. Harlow Sutton, who you gowayback with, would help me. So, I’m fine.”
My heart pounds with rage at anyone insulting Ruby; I don’t care why. I will put a bullet in their skull … after I torture them with knives and salt.
But this?
It makes my heart hammer even faster. Deeper. Warmer. It heats my chest with something else.
“Wildfire, are you jealous of Harlow?”
“No,” she snaps.
“Liar.”
“Why would I be jealous of a beautiful, blonde lawyer who knows youverywell?”
“Oh, so you’reveryjealous.” I grin, pressing into her as she backs away, but I won’t stop my pursuit until she’s trapped against the wall. “And damn, it’s hot.”
“So you admit it.” She glares. “You fucked her.”
“So you won’t tell me about your football threesomes,but you want to know about mine?” I tsk, highly amused and falling even harder for her. “That’s not very gender equal.”
Her eyes sharpen. “I got your equal right here.”
I grab her throat. “God, you make me feral when you’re proud. I want tofuckyou righthere.”
“Save it for Ms. Sutton.”
“I don’twantHarlow. Many men do, but not me. Not ever. Despite what you think, Ms. Jones,you’rethe first and only woman I’ve worked with who I plan to fuck on all fours until my cum drips down your thighs.”
Lust lands in her eyes. “So, you’re not judging me?” But she also doubts. “I did mess around with John and his friend. It was my first threesome, and they shamed me about it and?—”
“And I’ll shamelessly fuck every man out of you, Ruby.” I brush my lips over hers. “Am I jealous? No. Possessive? Yes. I wish I were there. I could’ve saved you from assholes like him. I’ll kill anyone who hurts you because you’re mine now, and I feel the same way—I’m yours. No woman can hold a candle to my Wildfire.” I’m hard … and hungry. “Now, lift your dress and pull your panties down.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“You heard me. You’ll obey me. Lift your dress and pull your panties down and show me the pussy that belongs to me.”
“What if we get caught?”
“Good. I want everyone to see my face buried between your thighs.”
“Axel,” she sighs, lifting the hem of her dress, “but Harlow’s coming back in here.”
“I don’t give a damn as long as you come on my face, too.”
I gaze down, watching Ruby lift her purple dress. It’s a knitted one, so it stays bunched around her waist. My dickswells even more at her pulling down her emerald lace panties. They look perfect hugging her thighs.
But her pussy…
“Oh, fuck, Wildfire,” I sigh at the first sight of it. At how she’s not bare. At how she keeps her auburn hair trimmed, and it’s a new fetish to drive me completely insane.
I fall to my knees and bury my nose in her scent, making her cry out.
“Shh, Ms. Jones,” I tease, staring up at her. “Don’t let them hear what a naughty girl you’re about to be for me, aren’t you?”