Page 197 of Pretty Little Lies

“Don’t promise me that you’re going to tell me that you love me one day,” I quake even though Ireallywant to hear it. “I’ll be sorely disappointed.”

“Will you, baby? I wouldn’t want to do that.”

“We don’t have to?—”

“I know Reeve is crazy about you…and wants to marry you one day, but I want a piece of you all of my own. That no one can have. We share a fucked-up last name, but I need you to know that I’m just as much in this as he is. That I might not openly say it all the time, but you’re embedded in here.” His palm begins to beat on his chest, where his heart lies. “I’ve never wanted to givesomeone all of me before to the point where they could shatter me into a million pieces.”

“I’m never going to do that.” My palm cups one side of his face, and he leans into it, kissing the inside of my palm as those russet browns peering up at me with so much adoration and contentment that I’m almost taken back.

“You’ll kill me if you do.”

“I wouldn’t?—”

“You would.” He drives into me harder, showing me how serious his words are and how seriously I need to take them.

I will.

And I’d never purposely destroy him in any way, shape, or form.

“If you’re falling in love with me, Pretty Boy, then you should know that I’m?—”

“Don’t tell me,” he emits softly. “Not until you’re entirely sure.”

But, I am.

I think.

Maybe he’s right. I’m not totally prepared to give out my heart when the thing is a little leery to put itself out there.

But I have with Reeve without a doubt in my mind.

And Torin scares the shit out of me in ways that remind me constantly that he’s the inner workings of me in male form. Which states clearly that he could work me from the inside out, strip me bare, and dismember me all in one go.

Torin doesn’t seem to be bothered that I don’t reply, too interested in sinking himself in me at different speeds and depths.

His hands find my upper thighs as he grounds me in place so he can fuck me the way he wants. I get the best position because I’m open to him, enjoying each moment he’s entering and leaving me.

I’m not going to last long. His remark already tipped my brain and soul to careen over and become his.

Becomes part of the Wildes.

Yeah, he might be a Morrison, but his stepfather is my worst nightmare.

And I want to know if he’d protect me from him. Emilio has an agenda that I’m not all the way privy to yet, but I know it’s there.

I look down at Torin, watching me this whole time as I work myself into a mixture of pleasure and worry.

Is Torin playing me?

He’s saying all the right things. He’s fully aware I like Reeve. He’d need to step his game up to gain my trust.

Bay, stop.

“Why do you look like you’re conflicted, Wildfire? You lookin’ to break up with me already?”

I mindlessly shake my head and meet his light stare. “Would you go to war for me?”

“Yes.” And I don’t miss that he doesn’t ask me why or what for, which I can perceive—in my stupid-ass mind—as shady or sincere. Question is, which one?

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