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“Maybe I want your prickly honey.”

“Ugh, why does that sound filthy?”

He runs my gun down between my breasts to my clit before putting the weapon down, then he kisses me long and slow. Everything spins.

“Of course, if I decide to win, I’ll make you be my sub; you’ll do what I want.”

I narrow my eyes. “I’m not a sub.”

“Neither am I,” he says, licking a path along my collarbone and lifting a breast to his mouth to suck on my nipple. I almost come.

Crap. Fuck. Shit. All the swearwords. The worst part about it is I want to sub for him. I want to be forced like Rose, who sounded like she loved it. I want him to command the way Nikolai did. I want it Rush-style. I want to fight to see who gets to top who. I want to both sub and dominate him.

Am I a switch?

Is he?

Because he liked it when I forced him.

“I think I’ll let you win.” He picks up the gun, puts it in my nerveless hand.

“Rush?”

“Go on, Jessie. Shoot me.”

There’s something wrong with him. There’s something wrong with me, too, because I want to point the gun at him. I’m not going to.

Then, he offers me his dirty sex-filled smile.

Anger flares bright.

How is he so gorgeous?

Rush should be the most annoying man, the very definition of a rich fuck boy.

Hot package or not.

Hung or not.

He should leave me cold.

Rush doesn’t.

“Goddamn you, Rush.”

“Do it.”

“No.”

“Do it. I double dog dare you.”

I glare. I’ll call his bluff, I’ll fucking shoot near him. He doesn’t think I will.

“Fine.”

I aim just to the right of him. And Rush leaps into that spot, right as I pull the trigger.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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