Page 82 of Dirty Princess


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I see the very last remnants of the envelope.

It’s all gone now.

It’s all ash.

I know I can still find out whatever I want if I try hard enough, but Archer had given me the chance. He allowed me to make the choice.

At the same time, he had no idea if I had looked or not…

Cullen’s mouth moves over mine.

We’re kissing.

We’re making out. Again.

It’s slow yet fierce.

It’s calm yet wild.

Cullen strokes his tongue against my tongue.

I break the kiss and gasp for a breath.

A warm chill dances down my body.

Between my legs…

Chants for Cullen.

His free hand slides to the small of my back, under my shirt, touching my bare skin. His fingers barely touching inside my panties, almost grabbing at the top of my ass.

We still haven’t said a word to each other.

Other than Cullen saying…

I’m just as deadly, love.

Guys telling me they want to kill me and that they’re deadly should not turn me on the way it does.

But welcome to my life.

Where I grew up, violence was a badge of honor and power. Where I grew up it wasn’t about the fittest to survive. It was about the craziest and deadliest. That’s how you survived. The willingness to kill someone meant you had the balls to take control of whatever was thrown at you in life and that…

Cullen pulls me against him.

Hard.

His body is hard.

He is hard.

His cock throbs through his jeans.

My teeth chatter.

I think about Maz and Birdie for a second.

I can officially tell them whatever they saw in Quinn Doyle, yes, it’s the same for Cullen.

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