Page 74 of The Good Girl

“But you haven’t been a part of this club for a long time, and things change,” I say, and he sighs.

“I know. And that’s why I can’t just ignore it. I can’t say none of them would do this shit when they’ve already proved they’re not the men I thought they were. The problem is, what do I do now?”

I rest my head on his chest, tracing my fingers over his tattoos. “You can’t let them get away with it.”

“I know. I came here to hear what Khan had to say and to find out what the fuck was going on, but now, there are women missing. I need to find out what the fuck happened to them.”

“But how? No one here’s going to tell you anything. You’re not one of them anymore.”

“I’m gonna send someone in to find out what the fuck’s going on.”

I press my lips to his chest, feeling the tension rolling off him. I don’t know who he’ll send in, but if they get hurt, Havoc’s goingto blame himself. But if he doesn’t do anything and more women go missing… I’m not sure he’ll be able to live with himself.

“I know it’s not much, but whatever you decide, I’ll be right by your side.”

He freezes beneath me. “You mean that?” His voice is deeper, almost surprised.

I look up at him and realize that he’s done nothing but show me how much he wants me, and I haven’t done the same. Though, to be fair, part of me still wonders if this isn’t some kind of Stockholm syndrome.

But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, because the thought of walking away from this man hurts my heart. Okay, so he might be a little psycho. And yeah, he’s possessive and gets jealous easily. But I’ve never felt unsafe with him, not even when I was his captive. Okay there was that one time I wondered if he was going to kill me…

I shake my head. “Yeah, I mean it. Turns out there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with you.”

He grabs me under my arms and pulls me up his body, kissing me hard.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him close. Kissing Havoc feels like being struck by lightning. My whole-body tingles, stealing my breath and my ability to think clearly.

When he pulls back, my lips feel swollen.

“You tired?”

“No,” I answer, feeling my nipples tighten and my pussy clench at the look in his eyes.

“Good, because I want you to climb up here and ride my face.”

I bite my lip, feeling self-conscious, but I let it go. If Havoc wants me, hewants all of me. There’s no judgment in the way his hands run over my body, just heat, raw and unfiltered. Butstill, I’m not sure how to do this. What if I fall off and sprain my vagina?

“Okay, maybe I’m a little tired,” I mutter, because my brain’s not firing on all cylinders.

“That’s okay; all you have to do is hold on and enjoy the ride.”

He lifts me, making me squeal and forcing me to reach for the headboard. He slides down the bed until his nose skims my clit, and I gasp. Havoc yanks me down until I’m basically smothering him.

Suddenly, I imagine the police showing up, asking how he died, and me admitting I suffocated him with my vagina, but I quickly shake it off.

Some things are worth the risk.

I grind against his face as he works my clit, lapping up my arousal like it’s his favorite thing in the world. I shift my hips, then jolt when I feel his finger press against my ass.

I shudder, gripping the bedframe tighter. I’m a little scared, but also really curious. He drags his finger lower, dipping it into my pussy before sliding it back to stroke it over my tight hole again. I tense, but he sucks my clit, distracting me. My head falls back, and I gasp as he slides his tongue inside me, stiffening it so it feels like a tiny cock, making me groan as he fucks and licks me with it.

When he moves back to my clit, I know I’m not going to last. Havoc might have the temper of an angry toddler, but he has the oral skills of a god. Lord knows I’m ready to worship at his altar.

I tense, lifting my head as he slips his finger into my ass. A shocked gasp escapes me, my body tightening. My back arches, and I throw my head back, screaming his name as I come hard enough to see stars.

When I come back down to earth, I find myself, once again, lying across his chest.

Unable to lift my head, I grumble, “Go wash your hands.”

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