Page 123 of Falling in Reverse

“I want you to fuck me.” His gold-plated eyes sink into my soul, yanking the once-residing courage and self-preservation out of me. “Because I wanna know if you can make me turn on the only man who’s ever wanted to give me shit, or if I’m still gonna want to kill you afterward.”

“I’m not—” The click of a hammer resonates through the space between us, and I don’t have to guess what that is.

Fuck.

“You gonna chance that?”

Torin’s lips curl into a foreboding, smug smile. “I just might.”

The pads of his fingers curl the hem of my dress, heaving it over my prickled thighs as he looks vacantly at me, and that’s the scary part.

I’m either going to scoot out of here with barely my life intact or…I’m going to seduce Torin Wildes and do exactly what I said.

Without Emilio, there’s only Torin, Cairo, and Reeve.

Yeah, that’s three more than what I started with. But if they run the Forsaken Crew, I can get information to get the upper hand for Levi who’s clearly not going to like it.

In fact, he’s going to loathe it with a passion.

However, I’m in a very unique situation to get South Shore back into an economically stable setting. The people need this just as much as I do, if not more.

And this right here is a test to see if I’m a queen walking around who can’t be bothered with people I find reprehensible, or if I’m a follower. If I have enough power residing within me that I can take down a whole gang by getting on the inside. I could be a girl that Levi is just fucking to pass time, or I can be something more.

The problem for Torin is, which one am I?

“Do I need to get you hard, or do you have that handled?” I challenge, then involuntarily shiver when his skin brushes along the inside of my leg to the apex of my core.

“Unbuckle my jeans and let’s find out.”

I’ve come to the realization that Torin and I are the same sort of asshole. Both of us refuse to back down from opposition and we’ll do anything to keep our pride unscathed.

That’s going to be one of our downfalls.

He’s threatened by my blood relation with a man who raised him and I’m striving to get the hell away from him. Nevertheless, no matter what I tell Torin, he’s not going to buy it. As long as I’m breathing and Emilio is summoning me like his little protégée, I’m screwed in the eyes of the man who should give this life up and go break some hearts modeling jeans or something.

Arriving at the waistband of his pants, the strain of the material as I work the metal button is evident. Torin is stiff as fuck and he’s willing and waiting to screw me if I chase after this.

“What are we trying to pursue here?” I ask, pulling the zipper down, and leaving him to wonder if I’m going to pull down his jeans. “I’m not looking to dethrone you. I don’t want your fucked-up crew.”

“I don’t believe you.” Everything painted on his face is void of opinion and there’s only one way that I’m going to be able to read him.

And that’s if I get him into a vulnerable spot.

I tug hard on the waistband of his jeans to allow some room for me to stroke him through his boxers. “Why would I want a gang that was built from a man who was literally a modern-day Judas?”

“To destroy it.”

And he’s not wrong, ladies and gentlemen.

He. Is. Not. Wrong.

“Sounds like that would take too much energy on my part.” The inside of my fingers glide over his clad length and it’s thick, and ready, proving what I already knew.

Torin Wildes is attracted to me, was before too, but it still doesn’t mean a fucking thing.

He stares at me, and the most powerful thing about him is his eyes. Those liquid gold irises that always seem to be hot and melty, burning into their victims. It’s almost like being in a trance if you look at them too long, trying to find shards of darker shades or to see what’s buried inside the lucent color.

I begin to pump his cock, watching for any sign that I need to get out. That he’s playing me. I can play the stupid chick who was attracted to Levi because of his social standings. He’s a king in this world with masked soldiers that no one can pin down with a face.

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