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He eyes me curiously before running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. And when I open on a gasp, he says, “What’s the matter, sweet? You need my dick to take the ache away?”

Rocks form in my stomach and I clench my hand, welcoming the burn as the injured digits protest. This is what I need to square off against his kind of evil.

Summoning a breath, I look him dead in the eye and say coldly, “I’m doing just fine with the ache. What you did was just the prelude, Diem. I've found the culmination from someone else.”

He laughs in my face, his eyes lighting with true amusement, and my heart spasms because it’s the look I used to adore. At least when it wasn’t aimed at me with cruel intent.

“Please, we both know you haven’t been fucked since I took your cherry. A mistake that,” he tosses out with a careless smirk.

But those effortless words open a chasm of pain that surges through me roughly before it all blinks out. Blessedly numb, my lips stretch into a smile, and I say, “Maybe. But I should thank you.”

His eyes narrow and he looks away before rasping, “Oh?”

“Yep, you definitely showed me what I don’t want. Now I just need to find what I do.”

Chuffing, he shakes his head. “Is that right? So what? Now you’re going to say you faked the three orgasms I gave you?”

“Was it three? I don’t remember,” I say with a shrug, stalking for the door.

He’s silent behind me until my hand is on the knob and then he barks, “Stay away from Skull.”

“Why?”

“Because I fucking said so!”

“Well Diem, the days of you getting a say in what I do are long over. If I want to hang around Skull, hell if I want to fuck him, there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

∞∞∞

Diem

Scratching my head, I watch her go, a smile curving my lips. Little kitten is finally showing her claws. It’s about damn time.

But Skull? He’s bad fucking news. Disregarding the completely stupid fucking street name, he’s dangerous and my skin crawls at the thought of him anywhere near Maeve.

He’s looking for Patrick. Too bad. I gave that fucker a message he’ll never forget. You don’t mess me with me and mine and stay to tell the tale. Apparently, this is something Skull needs to be reminded of. Fucker.

Not only that but the dick basically planted a seed for Maeve. What will she do with the information?

Nothing. She may be fighting back, which is refreshing but she’s still the timid little kitten I’ve known since the day I came home with Ollie, and she blinked at me with her wide green eyes.

Adjusting my hard on in my pants, I sigh. Her silky-smooth skin called my name, and I took every opportunity to touch her. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t see it but she’s gorgeous with her big eyes and pretty blonde hair.

I’ve known for years what she was hiding behind her baggy clothes. You can’t hide a body like that from a guy like me. It’s why I threw caution to the wind and took what wasn’t mine to have.

I made a mistake that night because now I know the dream was nothing compared to reality. And now?

She’s sharing those secrets with the masses, the ones I still feel in my wet damn dreams.

How the fuck am I going to stand by while the dicks of this school ogle her?

I’m only fucking human, dammit.

Ollie better appreciate my sacrifice or I’m gonna pound his skull in when he returns.

Chapter Five

Maeve

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