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His fingers graze my wrist, and I can almost taste the hunger in his touch. It’s electrifying, terrifying, and utterly irresistible. “Those women aren’t you.”
“But—”
“One more night, to explore what we started. No strings attached, no expectations. Just pleasure.”
“Pleasure that could ruin everything,” I whisper, my voice strained.
“Or give you something you never knew you needed.” The conviction in his eyes is magnetic, drawing me into depths I’m scared to navigate.
“Conrad, I don’t understand,” I admit, and it’s the bare truth. I don’t understand this pull toward him, this reckless yearning that threatens to consume me.
“Understanding can come later.” His lips hover near mine, and every breath I take is laced with the scent of him. “For now, just say yes.”
Say yes. The words repeat in my head like a mantra, tempting, seductive. And for a heartbeat, I let myself imagine it—another night lost in the whirlwind that is Conrad York.
I’m a live wire, every nerve ending alight with his proximity. Conrad’s gaze drills into mine, unearthing the storm he’s ignited within me. His voice is a low rumble, a sound that vibrates through my very core. His words weave through my consciousness, igniting flashes of memory—skin on skin, breaths mingling, the relentless pursuit of release. I want to deny it, to shove it away, but denial is a dam straining against a flood.
“But Dad…”
“Forget him,” Conrad says quickly. “For right now, just focus on me and the way I can make you feel.”
The world tilts as Conrad’s lips move over mine with an urgency that leaves no room for thought. His hands roam my back, pulling me closer until I’m pressed against the solid warmth of his body. I cling to him, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as if I could anchor myself in the storm he’s stirred within me.
Our kiss is a maelstrom, tongues clashing, breaths mingling in a rhythm that’s both primal and exquisite. He tastes like danger and desire, a flavor I crave despite knowing it’s laced with poison.
“More,” I gasp against his mouth, desperate for him.
“Always,” he growls, his voice laced with promise.
His tongue darts into my mouth, sweeping the inside. I’ve never tasted anything so good before. I don’t know that I’ll ever get enough.
“Conrad, it’s—” The two of us spring apart as Levi enters the kitchen, his eyes not showing any emotion while he looks over the two of us. By the way his shoulders are set, he’s not amused.
“Don’t interrupt my fun, Levi,” Conrad whines, attempting to pull me back into the kiss until Levi grabs ahold of him.
“We need to go, before Jim comes back here, unless you think he’d like to walk in here and see your tongue down his daughter’s throat. I’m sure that will go over well.”
I pull away, suddenly remembering where I am, my lips parting.
“Fine.” Conrad gives in before kissing me on the cheek. “We’re not finished.”
I don’t say anything, can’t say anything. I just watch as he follows behind Levi.
One more night.
One more wild night with him, and then I’ll go back to being the good girl I’ve always been.
7
BRIELLE
Westfield College is far smaller than the other college I’ve been attending, yet somehow more intimidating.
Probably because I slept with two of my professors before I even started.
Yep, it would probably be best if I forget that ever happened. One more night, and it’ll be like it never did anyway.
“Hey, you must be Brielle!” I whirl around to find a girl standing a few feet behind me with long, pin-straight blonde hair and a perfect smile with perfect teeth. She extends her hand, showing off her perfectly manicured nails. “I’m Sierra. The dean asked me to show you around. Niece?”
