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Now she nods. “I do. But I also like to roll around with Hendrick.”
For some reason, the quiet way she says that gets to me, digs in deep in a way I don’t like. She likes fucking us both. I get that, she gets that, he gets that. But she’s more like me, I know she is. And the sooner she admits that and works out who she belongs to, the better.
Because like it or fucking not, she belongs to me.
End of fucking story.
I get out and don’t wait for her to follow.
ELEVEN
MAGDALENA
Jac’s a special breed of bastard. But lucky for him, I like an edge before I work, and his denying me an orgasm is that.
I’m more than aware Hendrick did the same to me last night, but this is different. I ended up getting off, then. Tonight? I’ll get off. By one of them or by my hand, but for now I’ll take the sharpness that frustration brings.
He’s waiting for me near the entrance, and my step falters. I grip my matching bag tight as the light from inside hits his dark blond hair, giving him a dirty gold gleam, dirty, like his soul.
He truly is bone meltingly gorgeous. So tarnished that I can’t help but moan a little.
How two men can be so different and yet so perfect is beyond me. And they both fit.
Jac meets my gaze and time stops.
There’s a second, right as our eyes meet, right before he registers I’m looking at him, that I catch a glimpse of something naked and vulnerable. Deep.
My heart twists.
Jac isn’t vulnerable, but that moment is almost like a shining light, a glimmer so pure and bright that it floors me.
But it’s gone. In its place—like it was never there—is the lust and arrogance and pure hard Jac that I wonder if I imagined it.
If, in my fevered brain, I had conjured something from nothing, a hidden layer to Jac that I could fall in love with like I have Hendrick.
But I know it’s not a thing. Jac isn’t about love. Jac is conquering sex god. A depraved demon who stirs the wrong parts of me up into a frenzy.
Even if it was something I could fall for, what’s falling for Hendrick done but muddy waters? Love solves exactly nothing, and the feelings for him can’t ever equate to a happy ever anything.
Just like the deep lust and need for Jac won’t ever become more.
No matter what.
I take a breath and shove it all from my mind, taking the moment to drink in the building, count the security outside.
These things are always both a dream and a nightmare for me. The nightmare part is beyond obvious. So many people mean countless ways even the most carefully planned heist could go wrong. But the dream part goes hand in hand with the nightmare. I’m good at thinking on my feet, and it’s why I never have an absolute plan. And the dream? All these security people, staff and guests mean that alarms are disabled.
I paste on a smile and join Jac, taking his arm.
“Are you pissed I didn’t eat you out? Or allow you to come on my cock?” he murmurs near my ear as he shows the invitation to door security.
I wait until we’re through and into the grand foyer. This place has nothing on Jac or Hendrick’s mansions, but it’s impressive. “You’re not all that, Jac. And who says you can get me off?”
He laughs. “Me? And your screams of ecstasy.”
“Anyone tell you that your opinions of yourself are inflated?”
“My opinions, MG, are just right and you fucking know it.” He slides a hand down to my ass, where the back of the dress starts. “If you’re good, I’ll reward you for wearing this spectacular dress and make you come here.”
