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“I’m discussing plans on how to get rid of your body,” he retorts.

I smirk, heading for the stairs. “May I suggest cremation? I don’t want to lie underground with the insects.” It’s not a joking matter, but for some reason, I don’t think he’s going to kill me anytime soon, and until that day comes, I’m just going to have to charm him.

Darkness has fallen as music blares from outside. I place down the book I’d found in my bedside drawer and head over to the French doors. It’s hard to see what’s going on, so I carefully turn the key to unlock and push them open. The loud voices fill my room as I take a step onto the small balcony. In one corner is a metal, rusted table with a chair. I lower onto it and close my eyes, absorbing the sound of fun and laughter. It’s been far too long since I last heard it. Smiling, I think back to my mum and how happy she always was.Was. I sigh, opening my eyes and peering over the edge of the balcony.

There’s a fire burning in the centre of the men, and I notice a few women have joined them. Pit is the only one seated alone. Movement near the barn a few metres away catches my eye. A man is kissing a woman against the door. His hands wander her curves greedily, and I feel an ache in my chest. I’ve never had that kind of encounter, hence the V-card fully intact. It’s not like I haven’t dreamt of meeting a gorgeous man and having him ravish me like I’m his last meal. I’ve read every spicy romance book out there, but those men don’t exist—not in my world, anyway.

I watch the way he holds her neck loosely but commanding. It’s hot. His other hand is now in her shorts, moving fast while she grips onto his shoulders with her head thrown back in the throes of ecstasy.Lucky bitch.

He suddenly stops and turns his head to the group. “Hey, Pit, you joining us?”

My eyes widen. Two hot men?Fuck. That had never really crossed my mind. Pit shakes his head, and the other guy shrugs before grabbing the woman’s hand and leading her into the barn and out of view.

I chew on my lower lip, leaning back in my chair and putting my feet up on the balcony rail. There’s no denying Pit is hot as fuck. Even the scar running down his face adds something to his appeal. Dangerous—maybe that’s it—but lord knows he’s not the kind of man you’d want to get involved with. I mean, he murdered someone with just the flick of his wrist. And he’s holding my life in his hands. If only he knew how worthless that was, he wouldn’t bother.

I close my eyes and pictures of Pit enter my head. Is it wrong to fantasise about the man who’s taken me and is threatening to end my life? Probably, but he’s the closest I’ve been to hotness in my life, and somehow, I can’t seem to push away thoughts of that kiss in the elevator. I smirk to myself and trail my hand down my stomach and into my trousers. I brush my fingers over my clit and shiver. I’m not innocent—I’ve seen porn and spent lots of time getting to know my own body.

My body relaxes as I work my fingers through my wet folds, sighing in content and forgetting the situation I’m currently in. I feel the warmth of an orgasm building and rub faster. My entire body stiffens as the delicious feeling takes control and I ride the waves of my orgasm. I allow my head to fall back while my body basks in the afterglow. Reality can wait a minute.

I eventually sit up and freeze. Pit’s eyes are on me. There’s no mistaking it as a smirk pulls up the corner of his mouth, letting me know he saw me.Fuck.My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I push to my feet and rush back into my bedroom, slamming the door. Mortification chases away the elation I felt minutes ago. I pace a few times, taking deep, calming breaths. He saw me touch myself.So what?It’s not like I was naked or anything. I nod to myself like that somehow makes it all better, then I pull open the bedroom door to go to the bathroom. The trusty mutts are at the end of the hall, and they both sit to attention, watching me as I edge slowly towards them.

The bathroom door swings open and a female practically falls out, slamming her hands against the wall to catch herself. She giggles and then realises I’m there and jumps back in fright. “Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t know you were waiting.”

“It’s fine,” I mutter, lowering my head.

“Who are you?” she asks.

“Nobody important.”

She frowns. “Seriously, who are you? Were you downstairs cos I didn’t see you?”

“No, I . . .” I glance back at my room. I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell anyone why I’m here. It’s not like she’ll help me anyway, she’s clearly friends with Pit. “I’m staying for a while.” I wince, knowing those words will only lead to more questions.

“Pit never mentioned it.” I glance up, and her eyes are narrowed suspiciously. “Does he know you’re up here?” Before I can reply, she grabs my upper arm. King jumps into action, immediately barking at her. “Shut the fuck up, you stupid mutt,” she hisses.

“What the fuck’s going on?” It’s Pit, and I almost cry in relief when he appears at the top of the stairs. “King, heel,” he growls, and the dog stops fussing and goes to him. “Ebony, get the fuckoff her,” he orders, and the woman lets me go. I rub my arm and lower my head again.

“I thought she’d snuck in here,” says Ebony.

“You reckon anyone would get past Gigi and King?” he asks, and I hear amusement in his voice.

“Then who is she?”

“None of your fucking business is who,” he snaps. “Get back downstairs.” She huffs and shoulder barges me as she leaves.

I continue to the bathroom, but before I can close the door, Pit snatches my wrist in his hand. I automatically flinch and stare at him in horror. His frown softens, and he gently pulls my hand towards his face, inhaling. I’m confused for a second until he smirks and slides my pointy finger into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, and I stop breathing, staring in wonderment as he adds my middle finger. A low hum escapes from somewhere in the back of his throat, and the vibrations tickle my fingers. He drags the wet digits slowly, releasing them with a popping sound. I gasp, and he hauls me to him so that I fall against his chest. “Taste yourself on my tongue,” he whispers, and before my brain can process, he tips my head back a fraction and seals his lips to mine, sweeping his tongue into my mouth. He pulls back and says, “Perfection.”

Chapter Five

Pit

What the fuck was that?I turn and head downstairs before she can entrance me with those fucking sad eyes. Ebony is waiting for me by the back door. “Who is she?”

I frown. “I told you, none of your goddamn business.”

“But you’ve always come back to me,” she says, pouting.

“Darlin’, a few times every six months or so does not mean you own me. You’re just a club whore,” I snap, and she flinches at my words. I blame Grizz for this bullshit. Since he made Luna, an ex-club whore, his old lady, he’s given them all false hope.

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