Page 32 of You Belong With Me

Christ.I’m fucking depraved. After what she’s just been through, she needs rest—not me lusting after her like a fucking virgin.

Reaching out, I slowly move her hand away from her face, then lean in and brush my lips across the bruise on her cheek. The bag of ice falls from her hand, and onto the floor beside the bed. Her cold hand cups my face, guiding my lips to hers, urging my mouth open with her tongue.

Fuck,yes.I drink her in, taking every bit she’s willing to give, thenmore.I swallow her moan and use my body to guide her onto her back. Her hand falls away from my face, and I take her wrists, pinning them above her head.

Goddamn, this chick. She has me so tightly wound around her finger, I can’t fucking breathe.

Breaking the kiss, I glance down at her. She’s panting, her mouth open slightly, her eyes focused on me—and I feel something shift inside me. It’s a distinct feeling, like my chest is being cracked open, and Wyn slithering inside, filling every corner and recess with her essence.

As I’m looking down at her, wondering how the fuck I stepped into her snare, she smiles up at me, those petal-pink lips curving up enticingly. “I could be talked into giving you my soul…” she says, but the words are so quiet, I wonder if I misheard her. I don’t think I did though, and my heart stops.

“Are you offering?” I ask.

She lifts a brow playfully. “Maybe for a price…”

I kiss her chin, trailing my lips down her throat, to the cut Gabriel left. A fresh surge of anger pulses inside me, and I clench my jaw to force it away. That rage will be temporarily quieted, but not silenced. Gabriel will have to answer for what he’s done.

“I have more money than I know what to do with, so whatever your price is, I’ll pay it…” I say.

She shakes her head. “Sorry, but this is one thing you can’t buy with money…”

“I don’t believe that.Everythingis for sale, baby.” I smile at her. “How much does a soul cost? A million? Two?”

I pull up slightly, holding my weight up on my palms. “My grandmother left both Christian and me each five hundred million. But we’ve both invested in random shit, so…I don’t know what either of us has now. Enough for a soul, though, I’m sure.”

She scooches up, so she’s sitting, her back against the headboard. “What?” She looks at me like I’m an alien that just crash-landed between her thighs. “You’re not serious.”

“Iamserious.” I lean back in, my lips hovering above hers. “So, how much for that pretty little soul of yours,hm?”

She pretends like she’s thinking. “Coincidentally, that’s going to cost you five hundred million.”

I chuckle and press my lips against hers. “Deal,” I say. “I’ll need your bank details, so I can have the money wired over…”

She laughs. “You’d give meallof your money…?”

I brush the straps of her dress down her shoulders, freeing her breasts. “You weren’t listening,” I say against her skin as I trail kisses down her throat. “I said that’s how much my grandmother gave me. I have more than that now. I just don’t know how much more.”

“Well, that’s just the base price,” she says with a moan. “Loyalty, devotion…all that is going to cost you extra.”

My tongue twists around her right nipple, and she moans again, arching her back, thrusting her tits into my face. “I’ll just put your name on the account, how about that?” I offer.

“Mmm,” she breathes. “Sounds good.”

I mean,fuck,I’d pluck every damn star out of the night sky and lay them at her feet, if that’s what it took to keep her in my bed. But deep down, if I’m being honest, I know even that wouldn’t be enough.

When I told her I was her stalker, she made peace with it. And she’s even come to grips with my brutality. Maybe she even thinks she can soften me. But there’s something she doesn’t know about me, and if she ever finds out, there’s no amount of money that would keep her from running…

She’d take one glimpse of the monster living inside me, and bail.

No question.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Wyn

I thread my fingers through Lucas’thick, wavy hair as his tongue does wicked things to my nipple. I need this. Even after the trauma of what just happened with Gabriel, or maybe because of it.

Feeling connected to Lucas like this makes me feel safe, which is insane, I know. I don’t understand what’s happening. Lucas has done some crazy shit—stalking me, drugging me, taking my body in ways I never even imagined possible—and yet, all I’ve wanted ismore.

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