Page 125 of Falling in Reverse

“Sounds like he’s been neglecting you, baby…” He inches closer to me, his scent battering into my senses. “Maybe I’m doing you a favor.”

“And maybe you’re right and I’m playin’ your ass.”

Torin clucks his tongue at me as if I’m a naughty child who’s not complying with his will and testament. “You love him?”

With the way his tone dips and skims the rim of curiosity if I didn’t know better, I genuinely say he was.

“Of course, I?—”

“You’re lying.” He shoves the Glock deeper into my cunt, goading me to fess up. “You wouldn’t be standing here with me right now when you have an equal shot at power right under your fingertips. So it makes me wonder if you’re using him like you’re going to use Emilio, and how you did with De Leon, or if you just like the ride.”

His knuckles brush my clit as the weapon buries itself to the hilt and my free hand is grasping Torin’s bicep for balance.

My eyes flutter as I slightly bow over when he works me into a civil war to punch him in the jaw or allow this to play out.

“I like you like this,” he conveys like I give a fuck. “You’re quiet.”

Sweat begins to form at the back of my neck and forehead, and I’m not doing much of anything but teasing his length and getting fucked with a pistol.

“If you’re going to fuck a Wildes boy, you’re only going to be fucking me. Ramsey isn’t someone you’re gonna want to open your pretty legs to because he’ll drain you out quicker than the idea lifted in your head. Touch my father, and I’ll have your ass next for my pleasure. You want dick…I want you to come to me.”

“I have Levi.”

“Who’s lacking, apparently,” he notes. “But if he whips his small pecker out and wants to give you a go, by all means, Wildfire…blow his mind.”

I glower at him. “You’re a cocky prick, you know that?”

“You wouldn’t know.” He bends forward and places his mouth over mine. “It’s not inside you yet.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Pretty Boy. You don’t have to worry about me wanting any of you. I said it before, and I’ll say it again…you fuckers aren’t who I’d like to associate myself with.”

“But you’re here now. And you’re soaking my gun, allowing me to fuck you how I want…”

“I thought the idea was for me to fuck you,” I retort evenly.

He slowly pulls his weapon from between my legs and takes a small step forward, regaining the space he just gave up. “Where do you want me?”

I swallow, wanting to wipe the beaded perspiration off my skin.

He’s fucking serious. His goal is to screw over the head of South Shore because he has a golden opportunity.

And he’s going to take it.

Meanwhile, I’m on the fence.

Get closer, underneath his skin to obtain intel or continue to advise everyone to fuck off and still end up here because Emilio won’t go and do just that.

“Couch.” My strained, one-word answer results in Torin turning his back on me, gun still in hand while he confidently strides toward the furniture and gives me a perfect view of his ass and shoulders.

I watch him plop down without a care in the world, arms extended over the back end of it as he waits for me to carry out what he desires.

I guess we’re doing this.

As steadily as I can, I remove the thin straps of my black dress down the curve of my shoulders and lower the fabric down past my bra to my upper torso.

Those gold-plated orbs fall to my generous tits and all the way down to my thighs where my dress is still semi-hiked up to display some of the lace panties that I stole from the mall last week.

Without hesitation, because I’ll dip out of this situation and run, I straddle Torin’s lap and reach for his cock.

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