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“You a fan of my music?”
It’s your voice, Bumpkin. “I enjoy watching you. Your songs are windows to your soul, aren’t they?”
“They’re how I speak when words ain’t enough.”
I traced a finger up her arm. “You’re very honest. That’s what I like about you. People want revenge all the time, but they rarely have the guts to admit it, let alone chase after it. Not you. You’re straight-up, no bullshit.”
Violet shivered but didn’t pull away. “You like me because I want to kill someone?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, my hand sailing to her neck. “I’m surrounded by people who’d sell their souls for a dollar. But you? You’re driven by something personal. It’s not about money or power. It’s about justice. That makes me feel for you.”
Her lips parted. “You don’t think I’m broken or messed up?”
“No.”
Her thirst for vengeance didn’t make her any less pure. It was like looking in a mirror at my demons. That kind of purity dragged me closer. Made me hot.
A flame flickered between us.
Violet set the mandolin aside, the hem on her dress rising very slowly. I stroked her upper back, and she shuddered. Sweeping a blond lock from her shoulder, I inhaled her berry scent. She smelled so fucking good. Like an overly sweet poison.
I massaged her, and she sighed. My thumb burrowed into the knot. Tension melted from her body. Then I pulled her on my lap. My arm banded her waist, holding on tight. Her pert little ass fell onto my cock. She squirmed.
“Kill.”
My lips grazed her neck, and her abdomen tensed. “You said we couldn’t avoid weakness.”
She clutched my wrist. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
I planted a soft kiss under her ear.
She dug her nails into my skin. “I-I don’t want you.”
You do. “Stop lying.”
She flushed. “I’m not.”
“You need this as much as me.”
“I-I don’t need anything from you.”
Lies.
A girl like Violet, who poured her heart out in songs, craved intimacy. I scooped her cheeks in my hands. She took my wrists and breathed hard, fucking me with her eyes. She was hungry—close to breaking.
She stared at me, trembling. “We can’t.”
I kissed her forehead. Her fingers tightened around me. As my lips moved down her face, she whimpered.
“This…this is insane.”
“Life is crazy. Sometimes, you gotta just roll with it.”
I peppered her jaw with kisses, and her breathing hitched. Her body sank into mine. She slid her arms around my neck and pulled. I gripped her hair and turned her head sideways. Then I crushed my lips against hers. A disorienting feeling slammed into me. The world tilted as the kiss detonated something inside me. Her lips responded tenderly, lashing me with heat.
Oh no.
A kiss had never done this to me. My racing pulse, the dizziness, it felt like weakness, but I couldn’t stop. Wet heat swept into my mouth, and I moaned. Fuck. I pushed her to the floor and settled in between her thighs. I couldn’t get enough of her. Our mouths locked, and I weaved my fingers through her golden hair and made a ponytail. Then I tugged, exposing the smooth column of her throat. Her skin fluttered with her heartbeat. I thrust my tongue into her open mouth. She leaned into me, moaning. My cock twitched. Kissing was nice, but I wanted her tits. With my teeth, I grabbed the thin strap hugging her shoulder and dragged it down. Her breast spilled out, a perfect teardrop.
