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That catches my attention.What are the odds?I have a thyroid disorder.

“We could take it together! It would be so much fun.”

I was going to suggest the same thing. I guess it’s true what they say about great minds.

CHAPTERSIX

HIM

She’s such a fucking brat. Sorcha is testing me and she’s doing it consciously. It’s not like when she talks to a guy in the hall about some mediocre assignment. No, those times she got under my skin unintentionally.

It’s worse when she does it on purpose, as it not only gets under my skin, it gets in my blood and makes it boil. I can’t focus on anything other than her threat of going to this party to meet the guy her friend saidcan’t wait to see her.

Fuck.

Tiernan is right. I’m whipped, and all I’ve done is taste her sweet cunt. I should’ve just fucked her—tied her down and fucked her all day instead of trying to be smart about our situation.

I’m never smart when it comes to her. Smart would’ve been walking away when she said I could’ve asked for her pussy if I really wanted it. Smart would’ve been ignoring her conversation with her friend. Smart would’ve been fucking a random slut like I always do when she gets under my skin.

Did I do any of those things? No.

I lose all rational thoughts where Sorcha is concerned. I think with my dick, and it’s not serving me very well.

I wanted to stay away from her, keep her out of my fucked-up world, but the second I touched my tongue to her skin, I couldn’t turn back. My only saving grace is I want to ease her into everything.

I’m going to take her virginity, but I’m going to do it the right way. I’m taking this slow. I can’t let my libido destroy her first time.

Then, I will ease her into everything else, test out what she likes in bed, before I give her the full depths of my depravity. I can’t wait to fill all three of her holes and have her tears and cum soaking my sheets.

The lack of relief is driving me so crazy, I might kill her when I drive my cock into her tight cunt for the first time.

It doesn’t matter what she says about it. Sorcha ismine.

Finn may get flack from the guys for being a kinky bastard, but that’s only because they have no idea what I’m into.

Colin and Eoghan stare at me like I’ve lost my mind as I walk to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge.

“Who pissed in your coffee?” Colin laughs as Finn strolls in behind me.

“Fuck off,” I growl as I bite off the beer cap and my best friend chuckles under his breath.

“Ain’t it obvious? He hasn’t had his dick sucked today.”

Yeah, pick on me all you want. Nothings worse than having to let Sorcha walk away earlier, knowing she was going to buy a provocative dress to wear for someone else.

My muscles clench.

If a guy isn’t one-hundred percent mine, how could I be his, right?

Her words echo in my head as I chug the beer. She was making a stand, which fills me with pride and pisses me the fuck off.

She wouldn’t be doing this if I hadn’t given her a reason to in the past. I thought I could ignore this—fight it—but I can’t and now, it’s coming back to bite me in the ass.

The image of tears in her eyes and heartbreak written across her face vibrates in my memory as I try to push the outline of her from my vision.

I can’t go to that dark place right now. Not around everyone else. I have a lot of secrets I keep from these guys, but nothing is as dark and deeply buried as the way I’ve hurt Sorcha.

It was always a way to protect, but the pain I caused her is my biggest regret. Sometimes, I look at Sorcha with her big blue eyes and dark hair and I see my mom, and I want like hell to protect her from the same fate, protect her from guys like me.

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