Page 103 of The Prodigal

I count ten seconds while Remington searches my face as if the answer is buried somewhere between the two freckles on my cheeks.

“I’m going to ask you this one last time, Remington Jude Potter. Are you aquitter,or are you awinner?”

It was the wrong thing to say because Remington drops me.

Well, I take that back. He doesn’t drop me. He lowers me faster than a freaking weightlifter, and itfeltlike I was falling.

“Grab my phone,” Remington demands, holding my hips so I can reach his phone on the windowsill below me.

I narrow my eyes at him for the theatrics, but I do it, holding it between us while he straightens.

“Call him,” he orders, “and threaten him like the villain you are.”

He is so getting fucked on camera with those compliments.

I find his eager gaze in the moonlight and unlock his phone with it, pressing the button and calling thedead man.

“Thanking me already, I see.” Albrecht chuckles, answering after a few rings.

“Actually,” I coo, enjoying Albrecht’s silence as he hears my voice for the first time, “we did want to thank you. You brought us together, Albrecht. You gave us a common enemy.”

I flash Remington a smile that he returns.

“You gave us vengeance.”

Remington’s cock prods my entrance, thick and ready, as his eyes hood with pure need, waiting for my signal.

We don’t need another life to be together.

We have right now.

And we are finishing what we started.

“There’s a camera in my hand, Congressman,” I warn. “You have two days to turn yourself in to the authorities before I upload footage of your bastard daughter getting railed by the boy you stole. I’m sure several news outlets would love to cover our love story—to hear how you selflessly brought us together with pain.”

The line goes silent, and I chuckle, pressing down onto Remington’s hips, nudging him inside me.

“We’re coming for you, Congressman. We’re coming for revenge.”

Remington

So, this is what it feels like to consume?

To own?

To behold someone too good for this world?

Eden’s legs tighten around my waist as I bury my cock deep inside her tight flesh, staking my claim and reveling in the feel of my cock being surrounded by her arousal.

Eden Da Luca is a villain.

She’s not a pretty lie.

She’s my ruthless truth.

She’s my Eve—mybittersweetend.

“What?” Eden breathes. Her eyes dash to my phone set up on the table. “Did you change your mind?”

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