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Gargling, I open wide and he groans. “Such a good boy for me, Capullo,” he taunts, giving me another kiss. He moans, pulling back from the kiss and then murmurs, “Swallow, pretty boy.”

Gulping, I swallow down the remaining come in my mouth, and Reece gives me another kiss.

“You are definitely a sexy, dirty fucker, Jasper.”

“I…um…only with you, Reece,” I reply, blushing at my admittance.

“It fucking better be with only me, Capullo. You’re mine.”

I don’t respond to that, but it causes my heart to race as Reece slides back down my body to kneel at my ankles.

“You made a damn mess of yourself, Jasp.”

I sit up and look at my come stained sheets. “It’s your fault for making me come so much,” I jeer.

“Yeah, well I do love making you come, Jasper.”

“Hmm, yeah,” I murmur, yawning and falling backwards.

Reece lies down next to me, giving me a deep, passionate kiss that has us both pressing our bodies against each other, tangling our legs together, our dicks brushing against each other.

Being with Reece feels so good, not like a sin at all. And honestly, if it is a sin, I’m close to not caring anymore. The pleasure I feel with Reece is blinding, even with the pain of my throbbing arse from being fucked with his gun I’m on cloud nine, and my racing heart tells me I’m falling for him. I’m falling for the enemy, the devil himself personified.

Chapter 20

Jasper

Waking up from the best sleep I’ve had in weeks, I’m sore. My arse is throbbing and thoughts of last night crash into my mind, of Reece fucking me–violating me–with his gun. Rolling over I expect to find him still next to me, but Reece is gone.

I’m angry at him for skipping out sometime during the night after that. Stupid me thought something had changed between us, that he actually cared.

Stumbling out of bed I tug on a pair of lacy undies, rubbing them against my dick for a moment to feel the slight scratch on my skin. It sends a shiver through me, and I think about getting myself off by rubbing my dick with them on. But instead, I decide to confront Reece.

I dress quickly and go out to my Aston Martin to drive to the other side of Vemore. It scares me being on his side–the rough side–of town. I’m on edge, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I’m driving around, my eyes boggling at the sheer depravity of what I’m witnessing happening on the streets of the Montserrat side of Vemore.

Getting to his university I park the car and slide out. It’s stupid, but I ask around for Reece. A pretty girl tells me his exact room number, which causes a pang of jealousy to hit me. I shouldn’t be feeling jealous. It’s a sin–most definitely one of the seven deadly sins–and I’m already going to hell for mine.

I go to his room, knocking softly on the door. It’s only a minute or so of me standing there when the door swings open and I’m face to face with an annoyed Reece.

He doesn’t even say hello, instead, he snaps, “What are you doing here, Jasp?”

I don’t give him a greeting in return. “I had to see you after last night,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat with the recall in my mind of what we did together.

“Yeah, well, I'm busy. About to head out on a job.”

“Oh, well I'll go then. I'm sorry I barged in.”

I turn to leave but Reece grabs my arm and pulls me back for an intense kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Reece asks, “How'd you find my room?”

“Asked a few people,” I admit, blushing.

“You dickhead, Capullo,” Reece berates, infuriated. “You think people don't know who you are?”

I look down at my feet, not able to meet his annoyed glare when I confess, “I didn't think. I just wanted to see you.”

“Well, that was stupid,” he taunts. He shakes his head, scoffing. “Now I gotta sneak you out.”

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