Page 65 of Tempting Little Thief

What was she about to say next? Fucking King of England or some shit?

I knew she was top notch, the ultimate luxury, but damn. I’m missing something bigger.

And share?

I don’t fucking think so.

I warned her from the gate I wouldn’t, and she’ll learn the hard way if she thinks I was playing. I wasn’t, and something tells me she knows it.

Something also tells me she likes it, and if my little rich girl thought she scared me with her machine gun and murder comments, she’s mistaken.

I remember how it felt to stare down at my dad’s dead body. I liked it, the power the shot fired through my veins, like a fucking blowtorch, heating and numbing me all at once.

I’ve kept the feeling close in my chest, pulling it to the surface when I need a little reminder of what I’m capable of when the world around me grows bleak. When using my fists on dumb fucks ain’t enough and that little needle in my brain starts to prick at me. Demanding more.

Yeah, my shit’s been locked up for a long time now, so I’mdyingto let out some real rage.

Let a motherfucker give me a reason.

Touching her will be a reason.

Taking her will be a death sentence.

Some might call that irrational since I hardly know the girl, but obsession knows no rules and I wouldn’t listen anyway.

There’s a fire in her eyes that speaks to the devil buried in mine, and he wants to play.

To worship.

To possess.

There wasn’t much mentioned about her family when I looked her up, nothing but a squeaky clean, prim and proper social media account—or so it would look to the outside eye, but gray recognizes gray—linked to the school’s website. Now I know why.

Her pops isn’t just a man with more money and property than the Pope. He’s something more.

Someonebig, and I bet she’s his pride and joy, his perfect princess.

My eyes narrow at nothing, my chin lifting into the night.

That’s all right.

Every pretty little princess needs herself a prince.

I’ll be her dark, daunting one.

I dareDaddyto try and stop me.

My phone rings in my pocket and I fish it out to find Hayze calling.

I hit answer on the FaceTime call, smirking when a waft of smoke is what I see first, his grinning face second.

“Sup, my boy?” He pulls a blunt to his lips again.

“Just letting you know the car’s out front.”

He nods, but the gleam in his eyes has me stopping.

“What happened?”

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