Page 102 of The Prodigal

“You aren’t wearing underwear,” he spits, already being a poor sport.

“And you’re still dressed,” I challenge. “Bare yourself or…”

I finger the strap of my bra, taking a moment to let reality set in for my competitor that only one scrap of fabric stands in the way of exposing myself completely.

But my opponent is no rookie. He won’t give up that easily, which I love.

“I want to ask you something,” I say as I reach around and unclasp my bra, keeping the fabric pressed to my chest. “Are you a quitter?”

Remington’s arms jerk as he fights not to reach out and grab me.

“Are you not going to answer me?” I lift my chin and let one strap slide down my arm, my bare ass cooling against the window.

“I’m not a quitter.”

That muscle in his jaw might as well be a vibrator—every move brings me closer to orgasmic bliss. “So you say,” I challenge. “Yet, you planned to put me on a plane and send me back to Georgia even though you love me.”

Finally, he snaps and snatches his shirt over his head, stepping forward with a growl. “I was trying to do the right thing.”

I let the other strap fall, holding his eyes as they fill with rage and lust. “Villains don’t do the right thing,” I remind him. “They do the wrong thing.” I shrug. “But if you’ve had a change of heart, let me remind you that good guys never win.”

Taking a step forward, I meet him nose to nose. “A good guy will watch with the knowledge that he failed to claim what was rightfully his.” I drop my hands, and the last barrier falls to the floor, leaving me naked and exposed as I press up against Remington. “A good guy will watch as another man takes my body and pleasures me with his cock, marking me with his own claim as he fills me to the brim.”

Anger rips from Remington’s throat as his hands grip my hips, holding me still, as if that will stop me.

“This man—this ‘bad’ guy—wouldn’t hesitate to fuck your Eve against this glass and show the world what belongs to him. He wouldn’t concede to some old bastard because he loved her. He would know she was just as vengeful as he was.” I grab his cock through his jeans. “This ‘bad’ guy would know that Eve was given to Adam as a companion—as his queen. She was created from his body.” I flash him a challenging look. “They are one and the same.”

Flipping the button on his jeans, I shove them past his hips as his arms tremble against me. I can feel him breaking. I can feel the air changing around us into something savage—something lasting.

“Fuck the good guy. I want the villain.”

The last of his patience falls away because, in a split second, my naked body is lifted and smashed against the glass. “Fuck, Eden! Fuck!”

“Yes,” I chant, exposing my neck as he mauls me with eager nips and wet kisses. “Fuck, Eden.”

Remington moans. I can’t tell if it’s because he can’t deal with me or if he’s about to impale me on his cock.

I’m okay with either.

“You deserve better,” he admits, hitching me up on his hips.

“I don’t want better. I wantyou.”

“Albrecht is your father,” he tries again, his head dipping low as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard.

“If he means that much to you”—I moan—“I guess you can visit him in prison.”

Remington chokes and looks up, finding the biggest fucking grin on my face.

“But he will go to prison,” I assure him. “The question is, will it be you who puts him there or me?”

For a moment, all Remington does is stare at me, as if I’m some stranger.

“One way or another, Congressman Albrecht will get what he deserves.”

“This is—” Remington shakes his head. “No. I don’t want you involved.”

I clasp his face between my hands. “Too bad.” Pulling him closer, I press a harsh kiss to his lips. “Hand me your phone, 101, and let’s finish this.”

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