Page 89 of Heart Sick Hate

Rhett wants me to hide my ink. He wants me to dye my hair back to its natural blonde and give up the leather and studs.

Not Crew.

He wants me raw and messed up.

He wants me as is, and he doesn’t care who sees it.

“Is that a challenge?” Crew wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back so he can look me in the eyes.

“Maybe.”

The tilt of his lips goes straight between my thighs. He drags his hand around my throat and grips the collar there.

“I’d like to put a leash on this and watch you crawl for me.” He tugs it, drawing my face to his and biting my lower lip, eating the little moan he elicits.

When he releases the collar, he drags his hand down between my breasts, over my stomach, until his knuckles sneak under the short hem of my dress and brush my pussy.

“Can we get kicked out?” I’m not sure why I’m suddenly nervous when I’m the one who tempted him.

“Probably.” He slides my panties aside and shoves two fingers in. “Seems you don’t mind though. You’re so fucking wet.”

I glance around. The club is dark enough that no one is paying attention. And our particular spot in the booth makes it difficult for anyone to see what’s happening unless they get really close.

Besides, couples on the dance floor are doing worse.

Crew leans his mouth by my ear. “Take me out, princess.”

The way I want to follow this man’s orders to the end of the earth is going to be my destruction.

Snaking my hands down his hard chest, I slip my fingers through his belt and unbuckle it, before undoing his pants. I have to shift back to undo his zipper all the way.

Reaching in, I pull out his hard cock, and my heart is hammering.

Anyone could see us, and for some sick reason, it just makes me want it more.

Crew pulls his fingers out of me on an exhale, grinning, and once more brings his mouth to my ear.

“It’s cute… you pretending you’re innocent by dating my preacher brother, when we both know you’re not.” He wraps his hands around my waist, holding his jacket inplace. “Be my good little slut and sit on my cock in front of all these people. Show them who you really belong to.”

There’s an edge to his tone, but I can’t process it as he sinks his teeth into my neck.

Lifting up, I get in position, and he shoves me down on him.

I’m not sure how I went from being a virgin to having sex in a packed club, but I can’t seem to care as Crew wraps his arms around me and pulls us chest to chest.

“Circle your hips for me, Echo.” He kisses the side of my neck, my cheek, my temple. “Chase what feels good.”

I move, and I’m so full it makes my head spin. At this angle, his pelvic bone grinds against my clit with each roll of my hips, and the friction building intensifies it. He controls my movements, keeping them small so they aren’t obvious, while still striking every nerve that nearly sets me off.

It doesn’t matter how subtle. I’m so full and connected I can’t catch my breath as I start to climb.

Crew lifts his hand, still holding the joint. He brings it to my lips, and I take in a long drag.

It’s impossible to hold it with the pressure building, but it doesn’t matter. Crew seals our mouths together and steals the smoke like he does everything else. Directly from the source, leaving nothing but ash behind.

Our tongues tangle and my mind floats. My body quivers. I tighten around him, and he digs his nails into my hip, so I imagine the way I’m squeezing is hurting him.

But like I enjoy his punishment, he thrives on my pain.

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