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“You want it,” Hunter cut into my thoughts.

I looked back down at his smug smile and tried to scowl. “Don’t read my mind.”

Hunter’s smile only grew.

He splayed his hand over my ass, rubbing the skin where he wanted his name marked. “I’ll get on this the second we get back.”

“And until then?” I probed, rubbing my heat across his thigh, letting him know what I was proposing.

“I dunno.” Hunter grinned. “Maybe I’ll go get a tan … Surf some waves.”

“Hunter …”

His smile fell away, and his eyes grew heated. He slid his hand down from my ass to where the gap between my thighs was growing lonely. He brushed against my folds, and I whimpered.

“Guess I gotta go take care of my wife,” Hunter finally responded.

In a second, he had me over his shoulder, my naked behind exposed out of the water where my bikini had been left floating, and marched me into the hotel.

I squealed, but Hunter just laughed as he made his way inside the dark building.

“Ain’t stopping for no one, babe, not until I get a taste of you.”

I tried to reason with him, but there was no stopping him.

I only thanked God the hotel was empty at three in the morning.

Lucca

Made Men, #4

Sarah Brianne

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Prologue

The Story Behind the Scar. The Story of Sadness, Grief, and Torture

Pullinghis classic black Cadillac onto the side of the street, he positioned himself to watch the house. Then he looked at the clock, seeing he had timed it perfectly.

School’s out.

He flipped his lighter open and closed, open and closed, waiting for her return. Lucca had never been good at sitting still, nor was he a very patient man when he was tired. The night before had been a long one, and his body still felt it. Regardless, he had enjoyed every second of it.

Last night, he had lain Mr. Johnson to rest and held up his promise of fucking the blonde until she regretted it. Both things had satiated his dark side …for now, anyway.

Lucca flipped his lighter closed as a stuck-up BMW pulled into the driveway. He had never trusted a German car. The only thing good about it was its black paint color.

A strawberry blonde exited the car.Elle Buchanan.He couldn’t help his sneer. His little brother was in big fucking trouble.

Watching her walk to the front door, he believed the girl only got prettier the more you looked at her.

It’s going to be a shame when I have to strangle the life out of her.

One thing was for sure, the girl was going to die, and nothing could save her. It was unfortunate she had been there when the trigger had been pulled, but some girls were just born unlucky; this one in particular. She only had another month to her eighteenth birthday, and then …the end.

The stuck-up-looking car reversed, drawing his attention back to it. He wondered who would drop off a girl in this neighborhood, driving that car. Truthfully, he was a little shocked this was the address, considering the girl had come from a prep school.

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