Page 78 of Root

I can see him as a kid, a brat, maybe…no. No, I mean, of course he was a brat. But I mean, I recognize him.

He didn’t have parents. His cousin, a bona fide killer and mafia king, raised him.

Not having your parents can fuck a kid up. Not me and Jack…Brutus got the short end of it all, but I’m fine. I know that, but…

I don’t care.

He grew up in luxury, with a whole mansion dedicated to his whims. And he’s my enemy.

Not an enemy in the regular sense. We’re not hating each other. We spark, and he’s a whole lot of fun, with an unexpected dominating edge that likes to appear to keep things in the world of interest.

But we are enemies.

His family, the Smiths—whoever they are, and I need to find out—have power, and that power stands between me and my brother’s safety.

We’re enemies.

Because to save Jack, I’ll have to betray him.

Unless I see a way out, and I don’t.

Not one that’s a Disney fairytale for everyone.

Someone has to be the big bad wolf, the giant, the evil whoever.

I need to win.

So he’s my enemy.

Yeah. One I fucked.

And one I want to fuck again.

Rush takes my bowl and sets it down, then he pulls me forward deftly, parting my thighs and bringing me flush against him, where he stirs.

It makes me throb.

Little sparks ripple through me.

“Jessie…” His voice is soft, eyes unreadable and hot. That sexy mouth curving at the edges. “You’re like a good girl trying desperately to be bad, aren’t you?”

“I am bad.”

“You’re really not. I know bad, and you’re not it.”

He kisses the corner of my mouth, his tongue flicking there, and I have to fight to stop the moan escaping.

Rush grips the hair just above my undercut and tugs, bringing my chin up, exposing my throat, which he feathers the softest kisses that come with an exquisitely light scrape of teeth. It shoots straight to my clit and makes my pussy wet. Wetter.

He takes my mouth in a long, slow kiss and it delves deep, right down into sex and breathless moments, a kiss that makes things flutter and beat inside. It makes me surge into him as I kiss him back.

Rush lifts his head, our breath mingling, the hand in my hair tightening like the one on my hip. I try to catch his mouth again, but all he does is skim a kiss and his tongue over my lips before he looks at me, our foreheads almost touching.

“Still interested in snooping?”

He kisses me again, a deeper kiss, harder, just the right amount of carnal pleasure to make me whimper.

Fuck boy doesn’t even begin to describe what he is.

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