Page 58 of Menace in Vegas

The kiss is desperate and hungry.

Out of control.

His hands tighten on my waist.

His lips part, and I taste him—smugness, desire, and sin.

And God help me, his eager response makes me feel things I shouldn’t. Things I’ve never felt before.

His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer.

I whimper, feeling his hardness beneath me.

He lets me kiss the hell out of him like he’s been waiting for this moment. Waiting for me to break.

Then he flips me onto my back.

His eyes are wild, devouring me.

He’s so close, his lips brush mine with every ragged breath.

“You finally done pretending, Allie?” His voice is rough, like he’s barely holding on.

“Admit it. You want me."

I can’t breathe. Can’t think.

All I know is I’m drowning in him.

His intensity.

His obsession.

The way he’s looking at me like he wants to ruin me just to put me back together again.

“Say it," he growls, his fingers sinking into my hips. "Say you’re mine."

I shudder beneath him, unable to deny the truth any longer.

“I’m yours.”

He smirks, the darkness in his eyes igniting.

"Good girl."

Then his mouth crashes down on mine, and everything else disappears.

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ALLISON

His gray eyes blaze as he lowers his head, his lips dragging down my throat.

His body presses against mine, holding me captive.

"Connor," I whisper, my voice shaking.

His mouth brushes the shell of my ear.

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