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Willow
“I’m your addiction?” Well, I call bullshit. But I’ll still allow you to be the bad I need until I’ve circled the grieving phase. It’ll be me who drops your crazy ass. But that’s a lie. He’s kissing me again. When he lets go, a small agonizing whimper emits from my lips. Dammit, this isn’t a love story and far from Romeo and Juliet’s tragedy.
“Press the left side button, Lo.”
Although aware of the next step, I brace myself. I push the button, and the blade unsheathes itself.
“Now.” He positions himself behind my seated body. His square jaw over my shoulder, warm breath caresses my neck. I sigh. This is what I needed.
“Lo, see my boy, Jack?”
I find myself captured by the storm in his eyes. Jack? Who’s Jack? My gaze follows where his beautiful one landed—a wet bar about ten yards out. “Yeah?”
“Aim for me, Lo.” He kisses a trail over the slope of my neck. “Press that same button. Break the Jack Daniels, and I will eat your pussy and ass all night long. I won’t stop until you beg for my dick.”
Flushed, I suck in air.
“It’s a ballistic knife, Lo.”
“What?” I gasp, the lovely compulsion eradicated. This motherfucker had an ejectable shank at my eyeball.
“The blade’s detachable.”
“I understood.” I shove my shoulder back, pushing him away. “You could’ve killed me.”
He clambers over me. The blankets cushion my fall. A small cluster of stars shines down on his chiseled, cruel jaw. Palms up, Camdyn growls, “These hands are as deadly, Willow. Why not bitch about me caressing you.”
“Screw your energy bar. This isn’t how you treat human beings, asshole.” Camdyn’s dark, arrogant smile steals its way beneath my skin. Sneering, I add, “Matter-of-fact, dive into the ocean, catch me a lobster, or get me the friggen Jimmy John’s sandwich, bastard.” I hit a wire, one prepared to blow my life to specks. Oh well, I’ve got nothing to live for.
A lengthy silence weighs heavily between us until Camdyn’s hands loop around my neck. His thumbs strum softly over my throat, and in a silky voice, he asks, “You ordering me around, Willow?”
Triumphant, I press Camdyn’s knife to his throat. “Yup. Go threaten the captain for the rest of his sub, Mr. Bad. I call the shots. I’m the one with a hot commodity between my thighs. Feed me or drop my ass off on the shore.”
While one hand is firmly unapplied pressure at my throat, the other bites into my wrist. My mouth twists as the knife clatters from my fingers. Camdyn glowers at me a couple of beats. His mouth brushes against mine. Just as our lips join, he applies pressure, constricting my throat. Agony and pleasure blend. I’m not sure if the amazing kiss leaves me breathless or if it’s the swift choking. At the sound of glass shattering, I tense and peruse the Jack Daniels bottle from my peripheral. His eyes never left mine as he threw the knife. Old Jack got obliterated. Amber liquid washes over the railing. Glass sprinkles the floor.
Camdyn pops up into a sitting position, and I do too, snapping, “I’m hungry.”
“Oh?” He unzips his shorts.
“Cam, you’re messing with the wrong one.”
“I take you back to shore now, and I’m claiming more than ass. I will own you till the day you die, Willow.”
“So, wrong chick?” I shrug.
He barks, “Right bitch.”
“Don’t call me—”
“I’ll call you mine. We still haven’t fecked yet.”
I swallow the crag in my throat. “But you could’ve had sex all night at your party.”
Voice icy, he retorts, “Another weekend, another party.”
“Next week?” A foreign feeling guts my core. “You expect to have popped my cherry within seven days—conquest complete?”
