Page 128 of Sweetheart: Part One

“I want the truth,” she spat.

I leaned back. “About what?”

“The gold pack campaign.”

I frowned.That’swhat was bothering her? “What do you want me to say, Vex? Love makes me do it for the image. I’m a rogue. We need to look sympathetic.”

“But you don’t care.”

“About gold pack omegas?” I asked, incredulous.

Had she seriously believed I had?

I almost laughed, but her furious look was enough of an answer.

“You want the truth?” I asked. “I don’t give a shit about gold packs, like I don’t give a shit about anyone else. They’re not special.”

She looked so upset, and it irritated me.

“Does it make you feel better to know I don’t particularly hate them either? I don’t give the first fuck what colour someone’s eyes are.”

Somehow, her anger ebbed away at that.

Her breaths were heaving, each inhale causing her chest to rise, and something about the movement, the warmth of her skin, it was mesmerising. Her lips were parted as she stared at me, and her fury was fading fast. For the second time, without knowing what came over me, my lips were crushing hers. The fingers of my free hand wove through her hair, holding her in place for me.

I could hear Love’s warning in my head.This was completely and utterly not acc—Vex’s legs, the only limbs she could move, tangled around my waist.

Okay.

Wrong.

She wanted me.

Love could get fucked.

And I knew whatIwanted—I was going to make her beg for me.

I broke the kiss, drawing back.

I dropped my free hand from her hair to her hips. I loved the way her pupils dilated as I slipped my touch beneath her dress and to her panties. Still, she writhed against the hold I had on her wrists, her lips drawn in a beautiful snarl.

“You act scared of me every day, Sweetheart, but I don’t hear you telling me to stop.”

Her whimper was hot as I brushed my thumb over the spot on her panties I knew would drive her crazy. She bucked against my grip, but she was tiny next to me, and it was easy to keep her wrists secured with one hand as I toyed with her.

Only, allIcould think about was what it would be like to free my cock right now. What sound would she make with me deep inside her—stretched over my knot? As a beta, could she even take it?

I hoped not.

I hoped I’d be the one to train her to take all of me. I wanted all of her trapped against me with my knot stretching her out. I wanted to hear the sounds just like the ones she was making now as I teased her.

A sinful whine of rage slipped from her throat.

“You want me,” I taunted.

She was still panting, the rise and fall of her chest threatening to draw my eyes again.

You know what?

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