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Her eyes are wide as I turn around to face her. “Jarett…”
“What?” I make my voice hard to cover up the cracks. “I told you I didn’t want this, but you insisted. Everything you do has a price, doll. Time you learned this.”
Just like I have.
“You changed so much,” she whispers.
Maybe I have.
Or maybe this is who I’ve always been.
And I’m dragging her down into the darkness with me.
Chapter Thirteen
Gigi
He’s looking down at me, arms folded over his bare chest, and I just don’t know what to say. How many times does he have to be a jerk for me to understand he’s not who I thought he was?
In my defense, it’s hard to think rationally when he’s around. Especially now, I mean… Jarett in clothes is already too hot to handle. Jarett shirtless?
Devastating.
Big muscles, dark ink, tight abs, bulging biceps and corded forearms. He has those sexy V-lines, and though his chest is smooth, he has a fine treasure trail going from his bellybutton into his jeans.
“See something you like?” he drawls, and I glance up, flustered, only to get lost in his green eyes.
God. “Don’t be an ass.”
“It’s okay to admit it, Gigi.” He steps closer, and I shift, an ache between my legs.
“No.”
I swear I can feel my pussy clench, my clit throb. Is that normal, just from looking at a guy? It sure never happened to me before, not even three years ago when I used to hang around Jarett.
Then again, he was a pretty, sullen boy then. He’s a frigging sex god now.
So not fair.
“Just tell me what you want me to do,” I manage.
I can do this. It’s not that difficult.
“What do you think I want?” He lets his arms drop to his sides, cocks his head to the side, and I swear to God, my mouth waters. “Tell me.”
This can’t be normal, right? That he’s so handsome.
That I’m so captivated, and aroused. That I can’t stop looking, my gaze following the strong lines of his body and coming to a stop between his legs, at his package.
He’s hard, it’s obvious. Very obvious, and more heat spills down my neck, over my face.
“I, uh.” I clench my hands into fists, because I long to touch him. Run my hands over his chest like last time, unbutton his jeans, see, feel more of him.
Another thing that’s obvious is that I need more self-control. An extra layer of mental shields.
“Come here.”
I take a step closer, and another, until I’m right in front of him. What will he ask of me this time? Last time he kissed me and put my hand on his cock. Will he ask me to go down on him this time?
