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“Where is this fucker?”
“Somewhere in South America where the age of consent is lower, last I heard. I haven’t seen him in years.”
It’s probably a good thing that she doesn’t know where he is. Otherwise, I might be tempted to find him and choke him to death with my bare hands. “Let’s hope he’s smart enough not to come back.”
Her gaze becomes distant, like she is staring at something that I can’t see. “I’m always too little too late to help Olivia. Always.”
Evangeline’s jacket has fallen down around her shoulders, revealing a smooth shoulder. The makeup that she uses to cover up her tattoos is good, but I trace a pattern on her skin with my finger as I imagine that I can see the faintest outline of curled lines of flowers and the jagged points of thorns.
She shakes her head, letting the long fall of her blonde hair sweep forward to cover her face like she wants to hide behind it.
Evangeline Pratt doesn’t hide, I know that much about her.
And the more I learn about her, the more I want to know.
I push a hank of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering to stroke her cheek. “We’re going to make this right.”
She turns to look at me, eyes wet with unshed tears. “I don’t know what I’m going to do if we can’t.”
I kiss her because it’s the only response that seems appropriate. It’s also a welcome distraction for both of us. The salty tang of tears is on her lips. Her body is soft and pliant as I pull her against me, melting like into me like she no longer wants to hold herself up.
Her yielding sigh as her mouth opens beneath mine goes straight to my dick.
My fingers trace the curve of her neck, moving into the hollow of her throat. Her pulse beats too fast. I don’t know if it’s anxiety or desire. Maybe a little bit of both.
I’ve never wanted someone in the way I want her, like I could crawl inside of her and still not be close enough. It doesn’t matter that we’re on a hard wooden pew in the chapel. I don’t care that anyone from Havoc House could walk in and discover us because the doors don’t lock. The only thing that matters to me in this moment is how long it will take to finally fuck her again, because the last time could have been years ago for how hot I am for this girl.
Just kissing her has me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
Evangeline doesn’t resist as trace the hem of her skirt and lift it up, fingers tracing the rough fabric of her tights before I pull them down. She tries to help, her movements uncoordinated. Our gazes meet. Her expression is dazed as she stares up at me.
This is like a drug for us both. We’re barreling toward some epic climax, all fireworks and explosions. But the higher we go, the harder we’re going to land back on earth.
I need to stop this before it’s too late.
Except when Evangeline moans and rocks her hips against mine, I forget all about the danger we’re in. I growl against her neck, resisting the urge to bite hard enough into the skin that it leaves a mark.
“I don’t have a condom,” I tell her because it’s the only excuse that I can think of in the moment.
Hot lips trace the curve of my ear. “I’m on the pill.”
You see? A dark voice whispers through my mind, urging me to just fuck her already. With the way she’s writhing on my lap, she might want this even more badly than I do.
“Gigi…”
“Please.”
My cock kicks against the confines of my jeans, hearing that whispered plea. Stopping isn’t an option with her so close and willing. It would be easier to turn down a meal if I were starving.
I push her off my lap for long enough to strip off her tights. My pants aren’t even all the way undone when I position her back on my lap, spread her thighs and thrust inside of her. All the way to heaven.
Her lips part, frantic gasps ringing off of the high ceiling. There is no hiding what’s happening here, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when it feels like I could die right now and feel like my life was complete.
I find that spot inside of her that makes her eyes roll into the back of her head. The sounds she makes don’t sound like words anymore.
My hands tighten on her hips, and I slam her body down on mine. I plunge inside of her, again and again. Her thighs tremor and I know she’s close. So am I, but I need to last longer than she does.
Evangeline throws her head back, face angled toward the ceiling. I expect her eyes to be closed, but instead they’re wide open, bright like they’re lit from inside with fire.
