Page 135 of Sweetheart: Part One

Having her look at me while she came, it wasn’t a choice, but a visceral need. The first time had been a mistake. I’d wanted to taunt Ebony, but then she’d come apart looking at him.

I hadn’t been able to take it.

I’d needed her to look at me as she came.

She was fuckingmine.

That’s all my hindbrain was screaming right now.

I freed my cock from my jeans, gripping it tight and bracing against the wall. I grit my teeth, keeping myself silent.

She might still be out there, and she couldn’t know about this.

By the heat spearing my veins it was going to take an embarrassingly short time, anyway.

Knot her.

Bite her.

Claim her.

A thousand images of what she’d look like, panting beneath me as I stretched her around my knot. She had eyes for no one else but me as she took me all the way with a whine, that perfect body of hers locking over me. In my mind’s eyes she still looked flustered, pale cheeks pink, eyelids fluttering in a daze.

Fuck.

I gripped my shaft, braced against the wall, groaning through gritted teeth.

When I’d finished, I realised I’d just left her standing in my room, barely an explanation. But when I stepped out, she was gone. I stared around at the empty room, all my instincts on high alert.

That wasn’t how it should be. She was supposed to stay the night.

I wanted her to. I wanted to hold her in my arms and purr for her some more, and get her to come for me over and over until she was liquid in my arms and never wanted to leave.

That was madness, I realised.

Literal fucking madness.

If anything, it was madness because those dreams involved only her, and literally none of me gettingmydick wet, which meant she was fully scrambling my brain.

If she had the self control to leave, that was best for me. It means I couldn’t crack like a goddamned coconut and suddenly begin treating her like a princess. Even if my hindbrain was begging me to.

She’d still humiliated me.

I had to get myself together.

If I gave her an inch—after what I’d done to her over the last few weeks—I was done for.

THIRTY-FIVE

ROOK

I paused on the steps to the second floor, hearing Vex and Drake in the living room beyond. Right now, I could hear music playing from a phone, and Vex was joining in. I paused, the sound drawing me up, close enough to hear the two of them without them knowing I was there.

She couldsing. Her voice was stunning, actually.

I found myself frozen, waiting for each moment she jumped in on the lyrics.

Last night had been lodged like a splinter in my brain all day. Her beauty as she’d come apart for me, the stone cold silence she’d left me in.

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