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I wanted to one day be able to tell her the full, complete truth.
“You should go back to your room, Little Demon. Fang wouldn’t like that you’re in here with me.”
Her gaze was trained on my dick. “Fang and I have an understanding when it comes to you and Vaughn.”
I nearly fell off the fucking bed. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
“Probably.”
I brushed a finger over her bare knee, unable to stop myself now that she’d half waved a green flag in my face. What the hell was Fang thinking? Surely, he didn’t mean what I was imagining. “Okay, so let me just say the most out-there thing I possibly could, and you can tell me if your agreement covers it.”
“Go on then.”
I stared her dead in the eye. “If I flipped you onto the bed, spread your legs, licked your sweet slit until you gushed on my face, he’d be cool with it?”
She eyed me without saying anything, and damn if it didn’t feel like a challenge.
One I was totally up for. “What if I then rolled you over and slid my dick into your pussy and fucked you hard and fast while I kissed you slow, he’d be cool with that?”
Still no denial.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “So just to clarify, you’re saying if I laid you over my lap, spanked your ass, then took it with my cock, until you screamed my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear, he’d just be like, hey, cool, Kian. Nice work, bro?”
Her lips parted softly on a pant. “If I was cool with it, he’d be cool with it.”
“Are you cool with it?”
“Keep talking like that and I could probably be persuaded.”
I groaned. “Leave the room, Rebel.”
She frowned. “Seriously? You say all that and then you tell me to go away?”
She had a point. But so did I. “You also said you don’t feel like you know me.”
“Since when do you need to know someone to do…that?”
But I needed it. “Despite rumors you may or may not have heard, I actually don’t really like one-night stands. I’m kind of a relationship guy.”
She smiled at that. “So no sex unless I’m your girlfriend, huh? If I took this shirt off right now, you wouldn’t touch me?”
I shook my head.
She pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her sitting on my bed in nothing but a pair of panties.
I groaned at the sight of tight little tits, a perfect perky handful I could devour with my tongue. I instantly reached for her without a thought to whatever the hell bullshit I’d just been preaching. It hadn’t been a lie. But Rebel on display for me was too much to resist.
She pushed to her feet and strolled toward the bathroom, dodging my greedy fingers. “Shame. But I respect your boundaries, Kian.”
“Fuck my boundaries,” I groaned. “Get back here.”
She shook her head as she walked into the bathroom. A moment later, a buzzing sound floated back. “My vibrator and I will be respecting your boundaries from all the way over here in the bathroom.” She closed the door.
I was not a murderer.
But I was an idiot.
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