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PROLOGUE

Ky – 4 years ago

I take a swig of my whiskey, unable to take my eyes from the beauty sitting alone at the bar, drawing attention from every motherfucker in the place. Especially since she’s wearing that red wrap dress which shows off every delectable curve underneath. Her hair, the color of ebony, falling in waves around her beautiful face.

I ditched my club and rode to New York, desperate to escape the fallout of my breakup with Mariah, ignoring the phone whenever my pops would call.

Bitch dropped me like a hot potato a few weeks back, and I’ve been drowning my sorrows in booze and women ever since. Both came easy—being my father’s son had its perks. The women flock to me like bees to honey.

That’s not me being cocky, that’s just the way it is.

Throwing some cash on the table, I stood slowly, stalking my way towards the bar and the lone woman. My cock harder than ever before. Standing behind her, taking in that lush, peachy ass outlined in the dress she was wearing. I notice her freeze when she feels me behind her, and I can’t help my lips tipping up in a small grin. Leaning forward brazenly, my lips just about envelop the shell of her ear.

“You wanna get outta here, sweetness?”

She swivels her head, and when our eyes meet, I feel something in the region of my chest where my black heart lay, buzzing right down to my ever-hardening cock. Her deep chocolate eyes look me up and down, and she feigns disinterest, but I can see the soft blush that coats her cheeks, and the skin at the deep V of her dress. A tinkling laugh escaping her Cupid’s bow lips.

“What makes you think I’d want to go anywhere with you?” she asks, her eyes traveling down towards the clear bulge in my jeans. While my eyes take in her full tits, the nipples erect, poking through the thin material of her dress. Was she even wearing a bra?

“Your nipples say otherwise,” I whisper, nuzzling her neck. I hear her gasp as she tries to move away from me.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re an asshole?” she grits out when I don’t let her move, wrapping my arm around her waist.

“Many times, sweetness. Your point being?”

“You’re a cocky asshole, too,” she replies in a whisper.

“You have no idea, baby girl,” I reply, sucking the tip of her ear in my mouth. I wouldn’t be acting so brazen with a woman if I didn’t have the green light from her to do so. She’s been telling guys to get lost the entire night, but with me, she seems to enjoy the banter.

“If I agree, you’ll be coming home with me,” she tells me before opening her purse and retrieving cash, but I stop her and smack some money down on the bar, give the bartender a chin lift, and move aside so that she can slide off the barstool.

“A cocky asshole, but a gentleman. Interesting.” She drawls.

“I’ll be whatever the fuck you want,” I say to her as she walks ahead of me toward the door, my hand resting lightly on her lower back.

“I’m parked over there,” I tell her, pointing to my sled. “I’m guessing you came with your own car?”

“You guessed right.” She smiles.

“I’ll walk you to your car and then follow you to your place,” I tell her.

“You just keep surprising me,” she mutters under her breath, and I chuckle.

“That’s not the end of the surprises tonight,” I say before we head off toward her car, feeling her shudder in anticipationof my words, as my hand is still resting on her lower back protectively.

Once she’s safely inside, I go back to my sled, get on, and follow her to her home. Which should have been my first clue that I should’ve stayed away from her when I saw the upscale neighborhood she lived in. But I pushed my worries out of my mind, well, because I wanted to fuck this woman, whose name I didn’t even know and hadn’t bothered to find out.

Parking my sled behind her hoity toity sparkling white Beemer, I silently followed her to the front door, watching as her hands shook while trying to unlock the door.

I take the keys from her fingers, ignoring the spark of electricity that zips between us, and calmly unlock the door. Once inside, I toss the keys onto the table and close the door, shutting out the rest of the world. Then I press her against it, the space between us vanishing in an instant.

My lips and hands are all over her, sliding the hem of her dress up above her hips, unable to stop the groan escaping my lips when I notice she’s wearing a red matching thong, which I tore from her body like the animal I am, shoving the pieces of material in my pocket. She yelps in surprise but didn’t stop me, as I crush her mouth with mine, our lips mashing in a kiss that seems to go on forever, and it was all I could do to rip my lips from hers before kneeling in front of her. Bringing my face close to the apex of her thighs, I breathe in deeply, her scent enveloping me, making me want to fuck her into the wall. But I restrain myself, we had all night for this.

Holding her thighs apart with my hands, my tongue licking her from ass to slit, feeling her shudder and moan. Then, I went to town on her clit, licking and sucking the little bud, when her fingers tighten in my long hair, pushing my face deeper into her pussy. I tongue fucked her like a man possessed until she fellover the precipice on a scream. Without missing a beat, I pick her up.

“Bedroom?” I growl.

“Upstairs. First door on your right,” she whispers, and I head in that direction, taking them two at a time.

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