Page 57 of Siren's Salvation

He clears his throat, “So, Dex, you’ve thought about fuckin’ her?”

Dex already answered that, but whatever.

Dex licks his lips, “A time or two, sure.” he shifts his weight, his muscular frame taut with tension.

Shiver looks at me, then at Dex. "You wanna know what it feels like to be in that perfect pussy of hers?"

The silence stretches between us, thick and heavy with unspoken desire.

I blink rapidly, trying to process what the fuck is going on.

My heart's racing, and I can't tell if it's from arousal or sheer disbelief.

Shiver and Dex are standing there, looking at me expectantly, and I feel like I'm in some kind of twisted dream.

"What the actual fuck?" I manage to choke out, my voice hoarse. "Is this some kind of joke?"

Dex grins, that cocky smile that's always made my stomach do a little flip. "No joke, darlin'. Just a good time waiting to happen."

I can't help but let my eyes roam over his body.

Dex has always been hot, with his chiseled abs and those piercing blue eyes.

But as quickly as the thought enters my mind, I shove it away.

This is Dex we're talking about—the guy who's still hung up on his ex.

"You can't be serious," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "Dex, you still love Ember."

His smile falters for a moment, and I see a flash of pain in his eyes. "Yeah, I’ll always have love for her, but we’re done. It's been over for a while now. You fuckin’ know that."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Sorry, boys, but I've got rules. And number one on that list is not getting involved with anyone in the club."

Shiver steps closer, his presence overwhelming. "Rules are meant to be broken, sweetheart. And you’ve broken them a few times already for me, haven’t ya?"

I feel my body responding to his nearness, and I hate myself for it.

This is exactly why I have that rule in the first place.

Getting tangled up with club members only leads to trouble.

I take a step back, trying to put some distance between us. "I'm not doing this," I say, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest.

Shiver's eyes darken, a predatory glint flickering in their depths.

Before I can react, he closes the gap between us in two long strides.

His hand shoots out, gripping the back of my neck firmly.

The sudden contact sends a jolt through my body.

"You'll do whatever I damn well want you to, and you know it," he growls, his breath hot against my ear.

I feel my knees go weak, and I hate myself for it.

Hate how my body responds to his touch, his voice, his very presence.

But goddamn, do I love it too.

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