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“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He lifts slightly and reaches for the blanket that I’m still gripping with white knuckles. He pries the soft fabric out of my hand, spreading it open to reveal my right breast.

One side of his mouth lifts into a smug smile. His warm hand cups my breast, and his thumb flicks over my nipple. It hardens instantly. But his gaze never leaves mine and it feels like he’s reaching into my soul. I know that sounds dumb and slightly dramatic, but it’s the truth.

“You work so hard to be the good girl…” He squeezes my breast, and the pain makes me wince, but it also sends a flash ofelectricity rushing through me. “But I know your secret, Wyn. I know there’s darkness inside you. Like recognizes like.”

I tear my gaze away from his and try to shift my body away. He’s said this before. He thinks I’m just like him, but I’m not. Lucas is greedy and selfish. And he’s completely unhinged.

“I’m nothing like you,” I say through gritted teeth.

He rises up more until his upper body is hovering over me. “Baby, we’re two halves of one whole, and now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”

“You don’thaveme, Lucas.”

He tilts his head to the side, so he can brush his lips across my earlobe, all the while his fingers are stroking the pendant that hangs around my neck. “Oh, no?” His blunt teeth nip at my skin. The little pinch sends a hot ember tripping down my spine. “Have you already forgotten how good my cock feels inside you?”

I bite back a scoff.Humble much?

But as hard as my mind is fighting him, my body is already melting like butter. I shove his muscular shoulder, and thankfully, he falls away easily. “Let me go home, Lucas.”

He ignores my request, of course. “I could fuck you for days, Wyn, and only want more,” he says. “I don’t think you realize how special that is. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before.”

I blink at him for several seconds.

Yeah,no. I’m not allowing him to make this about sex and sex alone. Any two people can fuck. If he’s claiming we have a connection beyond that, then he’ll have to give me more. He’ll have to open up and bare his black, rotting soul.

“I don’t even know you, Lucas.”

He falls back against the pillows. “That’s a lie. We’ve hung out for over a year now.”

I shake my head. “No, you hung out withGabriel. Whenever I walked into the room, you wouldn’t even acknowledge I was there.”

Still, he’s not completely wrong. Even if Lucas and I never really spoke, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t watching him. I know he likes his scotch neat, and that he’s pretty brilliant at applied mathematics—when he goes to class. I know he used to be an excellent surfer—so much so that he won a surf championship when he was sixteen. He hardly ever surfs now, though.

The point is, I know all the facts that makeup Lucas West on paper, but who he is as a person…yeah, that’s the mystery.

He shrugs. “So what do you want to know?”

CHAPTER THIRTY

Lucas

“Let’s start with your childhood.”

For fuck’s sake. The absolute last thing I want to do is dissect my entire-fucking-childhood, but Wyn isn’t someone who will accept a vague answer. She’s rolling up her sleeves, prepared to disembowel my entire fucking life, then pick it apart and study it under a microscope.

“My childhood was…whatever. My parents were too busy to deal with Christian or me, so they paid someone else to do it,” I say. “So, yeah, we were raised by nannies, mostly.”

The bathroom light doesn’t quite reach her face, so I can’t see her expression. “Well, I hope they were kind nannies, at least.”

I shrug and smooth the backs of my fingers against the soft skin of her arm. She’s so focused on what I’m saying, I don’t think she even realizes I’m doing it. That alone encourages me to keep talking. “Some were. Others weren’t. Doesn’t matter. It is what it is,” I answer.

She makes a scoffing sound. “God, I hate that fucking phrase—it is what it is. Yeah,what it isis shitty.”

“Listen, my brother and I weren’t angels. When we got old enough, we gave those nannies hell.” I smile, remembering some of the shit we pulled. “One nanny was so fuckin’ horrible, we swapped out her vitamins for edibles. I guess she took two the next morning because she was so fuckin’ baked, she started freaking out about imaginary sounds coming from the attic. My parents ended up firing her later that day. We had a replacement within two hours, and that next one was even worse.”

She shakes her head. “So I’m guessing you’re not very close with your parents.”

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