Page 43 of Lorcan's Obsession

Me: U R such an ass Dominique.

Kora: Babe, you okay? You aren't badly hurt are you?

Do you need anything?

Me: Nah, it's nothing like that.

He is quite the gentleman and a hell of a beast in the bedroom.

This was all me.

In a moment of pure gluttony I

Selena: You what? Type faster!

Me: Stop interrupting my texts!

Ok.

I dared him to fuck my mouth.

You can fill in the rest.

Mia: You wat?

Kora: Mother of fucking Christ. ROFL.

Dom: Lolest. I can't. I just can't. My baby got Tm'd.

Tris: No. I'm no one's property, Dom.

No one trademarked me.

Dom: My love, he may as well have trademarked you and the rights to your future babies.

Deny all you want. you are in deep for this guy.

And FYI tm'd means throat mandingo'd

It's a thing. Check it out. Or better, show us how it's done.

Selena: Our little pro.

Hysterical emojis and shagging gifs started rolling in. They were merciless in their teasing, and the mockery could go on for all eternity. It was better to get out before they started the second wave of questioning. So I left them with a sweet n’ sour goodbye note.

Me: Fuck y'all. Love y'all.

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COUNTRY ROADS

Aweek feels way fucking longer when you’re waiting to fuck on the weekend. Tell me again why I’d set the rules that way? Every morning reminded me that she had lain there naked on that very same bed, dripping for me. And I’d let her go on the tentative promise of a weekend getaway.

Now that the weekend had finally crawled its way up to me, I was more antsy than an overturned anthill. I nursed the whiskey in my hand, leaning against the giant windows of my apartment and watching the dancing water fountains and the fashion boulevard below. Tris was supposed to arrive any moment, and I was hanging on a wing and a prayer. She had declined my offer to chauffeur her or exchange phone numbers, hence my anxiety.

This trip was a step in revealing my intentions toward Tristen. I was pursuing her because she’d been the only woman to arouse both my brains to damn near bursting points. My goal was to convince her that our sexual chemistry could be more than a one-night fling.

The sound of the door opening quelled my restless mind. I’ll be damned. Tris was breathtaking in an dusty-pink cropped hoodie and matching sweatpants, the color harmonizing with her playful eyes. I placed my drink on the console table, put on my best smile, and walked to meet her in the foyer.

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