Page 64 of Wilt

I didn’t know the kid had been there to see it. What the fuck else has Rose seen and calls a nightmare? How long before she works out they’re not?

Breathing out, I pace my office. She’s smart. She knows. She’s just not letting herself believe it. Honestly, who can blame her?

Not my problem. None of it’s my problem. Not the way she burrows into my blood and bones. Not how sweet she tastes, not how she feels under my mouth and fingers. Not how she lights up a room.

I need to get my revenge. That’s the simple and honest answer. Revenge for my uncle and my aunt and for Rush, who lost so much of his world. Revenge for the innocents who have fallen at Finnegan’s hands.

Yeah, I’m aware I have an innocent of my own. Unfortunately, she’s guilty by birth, and my only means for my plan to work. Besides, I’m not going to fucking stop just because I’ve got some feels for Finnegan’s hot daughter.

A sharp rap sounds on my door and Rush comes in before I can tell him to fuck off, holding the box I’ve been waiting for. “Niko, this is for you.” He weighs it with his hand. “Heavy.”

His gaze moves to the other boxes around me. It’s more than clear they contain clothes and shoes for my pretty flower. “What’s the plan?”

“Another night, another dinner show.” I take the box. The contents from the jeweler are custom made, and it’s going to look stunning on her. “Nothing to say?”

“Fine,” he sighs. “Look, I don’t want… I’m not talking about your fucked up revenge plan and the stakes you’re playing with. I know there’s more.”

I just quirk my eyebrow. I’m not about to have this conversation right now.

“I’m saying I’m here. If you want to talk.” He goes a little red, the rest of his little spiel spilling out.

“Rush?” I ask. “You’ve gone soft in the head.”

“I care.”

He’s poking a bear and we both know it. I sigh. “I know. I also know what I’m doing.”

His face says something different but he’s not going to say a word. I wouldn’t either, not if I liked breathing. “There is more,” I say. “And I’ll tell you. When the time comes.”

* * *

Rose’s eyes both light up and hold a spark of wariness that somehow turns me on when she sees me. Everything about her turns me on.

She’s wearing the slip, and honestly, I’m fifty-fifty over whether it’s more erotic when she’s naked or wearing a scrap of fabric. Of course, the latter has the added bonus of ripping it off.

Rose wants me. I recognize the look, the flush of her skin. My body wants her, too, but I have plans and sex can wait.

Her gaze falls to the boxes I’m carrying. “Are we going somewhere?”

“Dinner. Dancing. A date.”

“A show.” She swallows.

I don’t pretend to misunderstand her as I set her gifts down on the bed. “You give the best shows, Rose. Tonight, I want you to win an award.” A visible shiver passes through her as I pull out the large box containing her dress.

“Open it.”

I’m not exactly sure why I’m turning this into some weird version of normal, like we’re a couple and I love showering her with gifts. Dressing her up, on the other hand—now that, I love. After all, sheismy toy. If I remember that, I’ll stay on target, and maybe stop her from getting so deep.

She undoes the bow, pulling delicately at the thick satin ribbon. Yeah, that black ribbon would look hot as fuck wrapped around her wrists. I make a note to keep it. Then, she lifts the lid and tosses it, only to part the black tissue paper like she’s performing surgery.

Her little inconsistencies are a knife’s edge of desire in me.

“Oh. My. God.” Rose pulls out the dress and basically swoons.

It’s beautiful, but it will besensationalon her.

There’s underwear, too. Impossibly scant, ridiculously lacy, and beyond delicate, because sliding my fingers into her under them is a fantasy that kept me up last night, in more ways than one. The restaurant I’m taking her to isn’t really a place to finger fuck her, but I just might try. Besides, the panties will bring that little slice of extra, playing up that sweet, bad, dirty, innocent girl thing she has going on.

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