Page 1 of Mistletoe and Mayhem

PROLOGUE

My hands ran up thesmooth thighs of the stunner writhing on my lap. My father had stepped away to take care of business while we were in Thailand, leaving the exotic dancer to ‘break in his virgin boy’.

At seventeen years of age, that should have stung but it’s amazing what a decent dollop of tits and ass crammed into a black and purple sequined bustier could achieve in soothing a somewhat battered ego.

Her hips rolled on mine, hands light as she danced above me, her head tilted back, and I knew she was lost in herself, separate from the club.

It didn’t stop her from being the sexiest damn woman I’d ever seen.

A thin line across the top of her tits marred her otherwise perfect skin, but for some reason, that mark was proof that she had a life, a history outside the club’s smoky, surreal interior where all time stood suspended in a haze of desire and sins.

The first was new to me; the second I was already well acquainted with. My father made certain of that from a young age.Innocencedidn’t sit well with our name. But she didn’t care anymore in her ignorance than I did.

Just a kid getting off in his jeans while he pretended to be a worldly adult but honestly knew nothing of the world.

Her head tilted as she sighed, her gaze catching mine, dark and fathomless as her cheeks flushed.Anything goes, hotshot.

My breath stuck in my lungs, my cock hard between her silky thighs as she worked up to her own pleasure above me.

She’s getting as much out of this as I am.

I gripped her a little tighter, and her eyes flung wide, as though seeing me for the first time.

We came together in a whirlwind of lust and a mutual, deep-seated need to find something the equivalent ofhomethat neither of us ever really had. For a fleeting period, we washed away the cares of a world far more interested in us than we were in it. Need rose again fast, spinning around us.

I satisfied that need with her over the coming weeks.

Again and again and again.

She branded herself into my blood, her mirrored needs etched into my soul forever.

Until the day I lost her in a sea of faces, unable to pick out which was hers when I needed her most.

CHAPTER ONE

ABBY

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