Page 23 of Menace in Vegas

Her pupils are blown wide.

She’s seconds from giving in.

Andfuck,I want her to.

I want her to beg me to ruin her.

She blinks, and just like that, the smirk returns.

Oh, you little?—

She leans up on her elbows, eyes burning into mine. "You’re all talk, Byrns."

I freeze.

Allie fucking grins.

OH, HELL NO.

My lips crash against hers.

She gasps, then whimpers, arms and legs wrapping around me, pulling me closer.

She arches against me, desperate and reckless.

I rip my mouth from hers and roll over, giving her my back.

"Stay on your side, Payne."

The frustrated breath she releases makes me smirk.

She’s playing with fire.

Keep it up, Payne, and you’ll get Byrned.

I silently chuckle.

I amuse myself.

8

CONNOR

Ishould’ve known this fucking Barbie Dream Car couldn’t make it to Vegas.

It’s been mocking me for hours.

The too-tiny seats. The humiliating shade of bubblegum pink.

The fact that Allie won’t stop fucking laughing at me.

I grip the wheel.

But then, the first sputter happens. A strange, choking noise coming from the engine.

I ignore it.

Maybe if I pretend it isn’t happening, it’ll go away.

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