Page 35 of Wicked Little Lies

“But I didn’t.”

“No. You also fucked over Hendrick. You love him, don’t you?”

“Jac.”

There’s a strangled, sad note to her voice.

“I don’t give a fuck. But you’re more like me than you want to admit,” I say.

“I know.” It’s barely a whisper.

I force her to look at me, and I kiss her, taking my time, exploring her mouth. Her soft moans are worth it, and the undoing of her is worth it. She loves it rough, expects me to cross all the lines in one direction, but crossing those other ones, which veer into emotion so soft it should be outlawed, that unspools MG even more.

I want her a tangled mess on the floor.

Lifting my head, I say, “But you don’t love me.”

“Jac—”

“Love’s not on my agenda, so I really don’t give a fuck,” I snap before she can finish her sentence. I don’t examine it. I’m not here for something I don’t believe in. One person loved me andshe’s dead. And that one person betrayed me by falling in love with my enemy. She paid for it at his father’s hands.

I don’t need love.

I need the sex, the heat, the violence.

MG might love Hendrick, but she can’t keep her fucking hands off me.

“You know we’re all going to have to play, MG. Be honest. But make no mistake, when this is done, I get that necklace. It’s mine.”

“I don’t know who it belongs to.”

“Like you fucking care.” I lean in close, so close I’m almost kissing her again. “You steal all the time. I’ll triple your pay. Whatever you want. I’ll give you. As long as I have it.”

She doesn’t answer, she doesn’t need to. MG will—against her will and better judgement—mull it over.

I’ll get that fucking necklace.

“Why did he say this Kincaid thinks he can get to you?”

“I misjudged something, and he’s too stupid to read me correctly. Just because I like things a certain way, I like to make an entrance and I like a good time doesn’t mean I’m any kind of pushover.”

I start to push her top up and expose her perfect tits. I lean down and suck a nipple into my mouth, running my tongue back and forth, loving the way it peaks, loving the way she arches into me.

“You and Hendrick are very much alike.”

Her words shock, and I let her nipple go, lifting my head.

“We’re nothing alike. Opposite ends of the spectrum.”

“Not the same,” she counters as I start to tug down her pants. I know they were fucking about earlier. Clearly. I fucking walked in on it. Now…now I want a piece for myself. And I know which part I’m going to take. “But alike.”

“Shut the fuck up, MG.”

I get up and pull her pants and panties down to her ankles. Hauling her up, I push so she has no option but to bend low. She starts to topple forward, and I take a fistful of her shirt as I release my aching erection.

Her cunt is wet. Both from earlier and from me fucking her.

And her asshole…

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