Page 161 of Pretty Little Lies

“You got your wish, Wildfire. You got it all. What is it that you said? You’d fuck me into falling in love with you?” Hismouth drops to my neck, pushing me farther into my dresser. He refused to let me put pajamas on, claiming that when I was in his line-of-sight tonight, I’d be fully naked and under him.

“Something like that,” I exhale as I chase my orgasm with his expert fingers. “Did it work?”

“Just about. You make me want to change everything.”

I’m not sure what all that entails, but it sounds like he has his own plans prior to me. And I can’t help but want to get to know them. Not because of everything I’msupposedto be doing—like obtaining information about The Landings and making sure South Shore is still straight—but because I’d like to know.

The lines between us are getting blurrier. They barely exist anymore at this point. I’m pretty much done playing double agent and Levi hasn’t made much of a push on it either.

“What happens if we go to war?” I ask him, my heart needing to know the answer before I give him any more of me. “What becomes of our loyalty to our towns?”

“What makes you think it’ll come to that?”

“Emilio…” Torin pulls his head from me and comes around to bore those beautiful pools of browns into me.

“You think he’s going to go after the town his daughter loves so much?”

“I’m not giving him the time or day. He texts me, and I blow him off. I don’t want a relationship with him.”

Torin’s free hand comes up to cup the side of my face. “I can understand that. He’s not the best father figure around.”

“I just don’t want us to be collateral damage.”

Pretty Boy shakes his head. “We won’t. Cairo is going to get Wharf Bay’s titan seat by the end of next week.”

“That doesn’t solve our problem with The Landings.”

He quirks a curious brow at me, and I immediately feel like I overstepped and gave too much away. “Since when do you worry your pretty little head about The Landings?”

“All the time,” I mutter. “Wharf Bay won’t touch us. Newport won’t either. You boys are the so-called heirs of these places, but you’ve now joined forces to build the Forsaken Crew. And Emilio has been building The Void. Why?”

“More fire power,” Torin replies. “And because I think he knows.”

My brows knit. “Knows what?”

Torin’s fingers slide deeper, hitting a spot that feels like he’s getting closer to bottoming me out. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t fully trust me to not break whatever he has apart.

I can’t say I blame him.

We haven’t been going at this for very long.

“I got it,” Torin finally says. “Don’t worry, Wildfire.” He bends over, hovering his lips over mine. “You should be worrying about more important things, like my cock still being in my pants. Take it out.”

“Torin—”

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” His forehead presses firmly into mine. “I’mnotgoing to letanythinghappen…to you. Understand me?”

I bob my head before he barrels down and kisses me like he’s starving for a taste, sending a ripple of want coursing through me.

My fingers urgently fumble with the button of his jeans as he continues to pump in and out of me with his fingers and now his tongue. I need to be closer. I want to connect with him on another level, another wavelength, another everything.

This dude—so pretty, guarded, yet open is someone my soul calls out to. Despite how we met, the way we’ve proceeded, and where we are, I hunger for more of what he can offer.

Sensations of pleasure and heat make it unbearable to stand still. The prickly stubble of Torin’s jaw rubs against mine as hedevours and owns my mouth, my thoughts, and my pussy that he’s torturing with expert fingers he has no business having with his looks.

It’s unfair, really.

Seriously, these boys shouldn’t be able to walk around with how fucking hot and talented they are in the bedroom.

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