Page 190 of Falling in Reverse

His chest bumps mine and I glimpse over my shoulder to locate Dad before Torin’s hand grips the fabric of my shirt. “He can’t see you.”

“Torin—”

“Kiss me,” he commands. Those lucid light brown eyes peering down at me with challenge and fervor glazed over them. “I wanna know what not interested tastes like off your lips.”

“I’m sensing small dick energy right now, Pretty Boy. Let’s just keep it how it is. I like your face and your dick was alright, but I’m not a fan of your attitude. I hate your world and your life, so stay out of mine. You wanna try to nail me again…” I flick my eyes to his lips because I’m an asshole. “Maybe I’ll let you join in next time Levi’s deep inside my cunt.”

I wink at him, and surprisingly he hoists his mouth in return. I’m not sure if he thinks I’m joking or that I can’t make it happen—I can’t, let’s be real here and ew—but I’m not about to remove my mask.

“Do I need a 401k and an accountant to get your attention?”

“No,” I reply. “You need to put some fucking respect on my name. Let’s also mention that you’re part of The Forsaken Crew. And until then…you can fuck all the way off in the brand-new truck that your daddy bought you. I’m not interested. Not that you were either. You’re as excited to kiss a South Shore girl as I am wanting to be seen with some dickwad from The Forgetful Fuckheads.”

“Someone’s sounding a little judgy.”

My nostrils flare. “Just mocking what you’ve given me since we first met.”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first time we met,” he vouches, causing my hands to ball into fists and keep myself focused on the conversation at hand.

“I’m not flattered,” I reply stupidly, because that only makes him lean closer at my challenge and the weapon in his grip presses deeper into my hip.

“Give it up, Wildfire,” he whispers. “You find me attractive and my ownership of a gang that rivals yours only intrigues you.”

“And kissing you is gonna do what?”

He gives a slight shrug. “Appease my curiosity for one. And who the fuck knows...maybe I’ll go to bat with Levi on who gets to touch you intimately by someone you’re actually gonna enjoy it from.”

His lips just brush mine, but he keeps his golden browns locked on me the whole fucking time. He’s so close it’s starting to make my body malfunction.

All I can concentrate on is how I want him to just take me right now and erase the conflict between our two towns. That it has nothing to do with us when it has everything to do with us because we live this life.

“Sounds like a personal prob—” His mouth crashes into mine, clasping around my upper lip as his two plush ones clasp and crush mine. He doesn’t stop to give time for my rationality to come in to save the day but keeps ravishing my mouth like he’s never, ever going to get another chance.

Torin Wildes—the enemy of South Shore—is kissing me like he wants to.

Like he was born to do.

A leader who sweeps in and takes what he wants for his own gain, knowledge, and desires. This man is the youngest child of Emilio Wildes, but he doesn’t act like a follower. In fact, he doesn’t seem to be on the right side of Emilio’s game but against it.

And that intrigues me.

Gaining control over my bottom lip, Torin slowly slides his tongue inside my mouth, meeting my traitorous body and connecting with him just like he said I wanted to. His free hand comes up to cup my cheek and underneath my jaw, keeping me positioned to his kisses. The way his tongue slides teasingly in and out to claim that this—us—is exactly what we are when we’re not in a mini make-out session; dangerous, consuming, and bound for disaster.

Teeth sink gently into my swollen lip, and he replaces it with one agonizing pull to give up everything to him and him only. I’m not sure if he’s intimidated that I might team up with Ramsey, but he doesn’t hold a candle to this man who strides around with so much swagger that I’m sure he doesn’t know what to do with all.

Sure, he might think he’s the shit or that he has power, but Torin Wildes is a fuckin’ hot piece of ass who’s on the wrong side.

“You taste better than I thought you would,” he voices when he gives us two seconds to breathe then comes back for even more. “Sin, madness, and fucking temptation.”

His kiss deepens, and I’m lost, relishing how he can command my body and mind to do whatever he wants.

I must’ve lost my fucking mind somewhere between now and when I decided that having sex with Torin was a good idea to show that I could be domesticated to listen.

I’m sinking deeper into the realm of darkness I didn’t want to go in, and I know there’s more to him, the Forsaken Crew, and Emilio that I have yet to see.

Torin suddenly growls out loud, sucking on my bottom lip as he does before releasing it. Opening my heavy eyes, he’s glowering down at me like I just shanked him or something.

“You’re gonna step the fuck away from her, and keep your hands where I can see them.” Levi’s deep octave shocks me right to my core as Torin stupidly stands where he is and doesn’t move.

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