Page 25 of Rebel Romeo

I was so hard, it hurt.

It fucking hurt.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and still not peeking, not touching the sweet forbidden fruit between her thighs, I reached up beneath her skirt, hooked my fingers into her panties and dragged them down her legs, pocketing them quickly.

I shouldn’t.

I knew I needed to stop.

But I’m so fucked up, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I was totally and utterly addicted to Katherine.

Boneless, she leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and watching me carefully. “What was that?”

That was perfection.

I want her.

I want to keep her.

But I’m a Dorsey. And I didn’t know how to do this. I didn’t know how to win a girl’s heart without playing dirty.

I didn’t know how to do anything without playing dirty.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could fight these feelings I had for her. My resolve was cracking easier than the sugar topping on creme brulee.

I couldn’t be relied on to walk away.

I didn’t even know if I wanted to anymore.

“That’s called lust, Katherine,” I said, my voice graveled and rough.

“Lust.” She blinked, innocently and adjusted her skirt around her thighs. “Is that all?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “Truly, I don’t. I’m not sure I can stay away from you. You’re fucking addictive.”

“Like cocaine?” she joked sarcastically, but I shook my head.

She wasn’t cocaine. “More like sugar.”

“So you want me, but you don’t want to want me? Is that it?” she challenged me.

My jaw ticked and I gave her a curt nod. “That’s about right.”

“So what now?”

“Now? Now you’re a thousand bucks richer.” Pulling out my phone, I opened the cash app and dropped the money into her account. I barely hit the send button before her palm cracked across my cheek.

She stomped off toward her dorm and even though I knew she didn’t want me there, I still followed her the whole way home, making sure she got inside safely.

An angel like Katherine needed to be protected.

But the one demon I couldn’t seem to protect her from… was me.

CHAPTER NINE

“Explain this to me again?” I ask Jill while inspecting my reflection in the full length mirror in our hallway. As I tug the short hem of my strapless dress down, I nearly pop a tit. There simply isn’t enough fabric to cover all the parts that should be covered.

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