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“Let me ask you something,” he says as his other hand moves up my thigh, along my midsection, over my breasts, and up my neck. He cups my chin and I stare into his eyes. “When you first came to me, how did you think this would all end?”
“I hoped you’d scare Jaxson away and that would be it.”
“That’s all? You really thought I could make that biker asshole disappear?”
“Like I said, I hoped.”
“You know what I thought what I first saw you again after all those years?”
“Tell me.”
“I thought she looks as beautiful as she did back then. And then I thought, but she’s trouble.”
“You’re right. You should’ve sent me away.”
He leans forward and his lips brush against mine. “I like trouble. I think you forget that sometimes.”
“Nolan—”
“Don’t ruin this, princess. You’re going to start making excuses and listing all the reasons I shouldn’t have you in my lap right now—” He grabs my hips and pulls me onto him until I’m on my knees, straddling his crotch, his hands firm on my ass. I’m in cotton shorts and panties, and there’s not much between his skin and mine. “But you know what you really want to do.”
“What’s that?”
“You want to kiss me.” He leans forward and kisses my neck. “You want to explore all the incredible things we never did when we were younger. How much time do you think we have left? Why spend that time pretending like we don’t want this?”
I bite my lip and lean forward, buying my face in his shoulder. “I hate you, remember? Sometimes I forget, and then I wake up in your house and I realize you dragged me back into your hell.”
“You don’t hate me.” He moves me back and kisses my cheek, slipping closer toward my ear. “You came running the second you needed me again. You were drifting along living your old life—” He bites my earlobe and kisses my throat and pulls my hair. “You were passing the days until finally you decided you had enough and you needed to feel something one more time.”
“I needed help.” I grip his shoulders and grind my hips down against him, my heart racing wildly, pulsing hard in my ears. “You’re the only person I know that could deal with a guy like Jaxson.”
“A scumbag with a sex tape. Your sister sure can pick them.”
“Shut up, asshole.”
He pulls my hair harder. “You can sit here and pretend like you don’t care about this, but we both know the truth.”
“What’s the truth? Go ahead, tell me.”
He leans forward and looks into my eyes. “You’re a bad girl, Cora, and you’re sick of living a boring little nothing life.”
He kisses me and I bear down on him, moving my hips harder as pleasure blooms into my core. I feel him stiffen under his soft joggers and I moan into his mouth, my head a dizzy mix of desire and curiosity and something else.
It’s a hint of fear. Not that he’ll hurt me, or that we’re doing something wrong—although we most definitely are doing something wrong right now—but more that he’s right.
That I’m an inherently bad person. That I crave pleasure from a guy like him because I’m bored of trying to be a decent and normal person for once in my life, and I’d much rather be with a killer and a monster like him.
Because I need that to feel something.
I pull back, breathing hard, and kiss his neck as I shimmy away from him. His expression hardens, but I grip the edge of his pants and pull them, sliding them down over his hips.
His cock’s stiff and throbbing. I pull off my sweatshirt and let the humid night air brush over my skin. My nipples are hard, poking through my thin cotton shirt, and his eyes are burning into me as I lean forward on all fours, all my weight on my left hand, and take his cock in my right.
“You’re right about something,” I say quietly as I stroke him.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“I am bored. And I am bad.” I lean forward and take him into my mouth, slowly sucking his tip, rolling my tongue and tasting his precum as I go deeper. He groans and grips my hair and I pull back, stroking him faster, my hands slick with spit.
“You’re beautiful,” he says. “And you’re terrible. You’re going to kill me, Cora, and I want you to do it. There is nothing better than you on all fours taking my cock in the moonlight. I used to dream about being with you like this, but you’re so much better than dreams.”
“And I used to dream about killing you.” I take him into my throat and suck him faster and harder. He moans his pleasure and pushes me down until I gag. I pull back, gasping and stare into his eyes. “I used to dream about holding you face-down in that creek we used to sit beside and watching you struggle. I used to dream about watching you die, Nolan, for all you did to me.”
