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“But this time is different, right?”

“Yes,” she says eagerly. “You weren’t after me, and Alec stole from you, so I get it. But this was nothing to do with me, and you can trust me to keep it quiet.”

“I don’t even know you,” I spit, and she recoils slightly.

“You watched me . . . yah know, touch myself.”

I laugh. “And now we’re besties? Newsflash, Tessa, I’ve seen women come more times than I’ve had hot dinners. Your wet pussy is the same as the next bird’s, and the one after that.”

Her cheeks turn pink in that sexy, innocent way she’s got, and I fight the urge to push her back onto my bed and taste her. “Is Ebony one of them?” she questions, and I almost laugh. She’s seriously fucking asking me who I’ve fucked.

“Yep, and London, and Foxy, and even Siren before Grizz got his hands on her. I’ve fucked all the whores, Tessa.” She stands, wincing again, and I shove her back onto the bed. “Not so fast, I haven’t finished.”

I crouch back down and take a bandage, ripping the package open and carefully wrapping it around her foot. “It’s a little excessive,” she mutters, folding her arms over her chest. “It’s just a few grazes.” I ignore her, wrapping her other foot too. “For the record, I think it’s disgusting. You clearly don’t respect women.”

I place my hands either side of her thighs and crowd her, pushing my face to hers. “For the record, I don’t give a shit what you think.”

“You’re a pig, using women and referring to them as whores.”

“You heard Ebony yourself, she loves it. She loves me.”

“But you don’t feel the same,” she spits angrily. “You use her, giving her false hope.”

“You don’t know shit about me, Tessa. She might be my one true love.”

“So, why were you watching me? Why did you lick my fingers?” Her words tumble out, and she instantly reddens.

I smirk, brushing my nose against hers. She inhales sharply. “Because I could.” Her eyes dart down to my lips, and I feel her breaths coming in sharp, rapid bursts. “Go back to your room, Tessa. I’ll come and get you later.”

Tessa

I must have fallen asleep because when I wake, the sky is turning a deep shade of orange. I check my watch—it’s almost seven in the evening.

Pit told me to stay in the room, but I’m thirsty and I need to pee. I go to the French doors and listen outside. There’s no sign of laughter or talking, so maybe everyone left. The thought pleases me. I feel much more relaxed when it’s just me and Pit.

I go to the bathroom before heading downstairs, and it’s not until I step into the kitchen that I realise the women are still here but there’s no sign of Pit or any of the men. My step falters, but it’s too late to back out unnoticed as all three women have turned. London stands, smiling kindly. “Pit went to tell you that he needed to head out, but you were sleeping. He shouldn’t be too long. Are you hungry?” I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest. I turn to go back the way I came but stop when she adds. “Don’t leave. Join us.”

“I shouldn’t,” I mutter.

“Pit said not to do this,” hisses Ebony, tugging London’s arm.

London shrugs her off. “I don’t give a shit. She’s been up there for hours. She must be hungry.”

“It’s not our concern,” Ebony pushes. “Go back to your room,” she tells me.

“No,” snaps London. “Ignore Ebony, she’s not in charge. I’m London.” She holds out a hand for me to shake, and I do so. “We hang around The Chaos Demons,” she adds.

“Servicing their every need,” adds Foxy, winking.

“I’m going to get the prospect,” snaps Ebony, but London blocks her path.

“Sit the fuck down and stop being such a bitch. Pit will never get with you, so get over it.” Ebony sits down, huffing loudly. “Ignore her, she’s a jealous cow,” London whispers, and we share a smile. “Where are you from?”

“Nottingham originally,” I say. “I moved here when I was a teenager.”

“Nice. A few of the Demons are from that way. Are you married, kids?”

It’s such a normal conversation, but it’s so out of place here. I give a stiff nod. “Married.”

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