Page 146 of Brutal Prince

Everything.

All that’s left is the feel of his lips against mine. The urgency of his tongue; how he forces it deep, deep inside my mouth. The hardness of his cock; irrefutable evidence of how much he wants me.

Fuck, it’s too much. I honestly hope Addy’s paying attention, because I’m about to skip stage two-through-seven of our plan and go straight for the money shot.

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Briar

It worked.Indi doesn’t want to dance anymore. She breaks off our kiss, looking shell shocked and more than a little breathless.

“Come,” I tell her, grabbing her hand.

She nods.

I turn and lead her out of the crowded downstairs room Dylan converted into his own private club a year or so back.

There are too many stairs between us and our destination. I start taking them two at a time, then three, until Indi pulls back on my hand.

She swoons away from me, grabbing on the railing and shaking her head.

Too fast?

Fuck it.

Too slow.

I jump down the two stairs between us, scoop her up, and ignore her distressed squeal as I race up the stairs.

“Briar, stop!” But she’s laughing so much, she’s barely coherent.

I reach the top floor of Dylan’s house, and try the first door.

Locked.

The second door’s open, but as soon as it swings open there’s a yell from inside.

Occupied.

I back out, slamming the door behind me with a growl stemming in the back of my throat. That’s why doors have locks, idiots!

Somewhere in the course of arriving here tonight and now, Dylan’s house has transformed into a fucking opium den. Every room upstairs is either locked or occupied — the master bedroom by the fucker himself and three girls.

Jesus Christ.

“Briar, slow down. We can—”

“Shut it,” I snap.

Sure enough, when I glance down, Indi’s mouth is open, and her eyes are twinkling with anger. She squirms and twists hard enough to slip out of my grip. But she only gets two paces before I grab her arm and haul her back to me.

“Too late,” I growl. “Should have run when you had the chance, my little virgin.”

“Briar!” She yanks at her arm, but I just tighten my grip. “What are you—?”

Instead of letting her finish, I haul her toward me, push her against the wall, and cage her in with my arms. “I told you, we both know what’s gonna happen tonight.”

She opens her mouth, but words fail her.

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