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He bent to growl into her ear. “That I don’t want to see anyone’s hands on you but my own.”
She let out a small gasp.
“That even though it’s wrong on so many levels, I want to fuck you out of my system. Make you mine, even if it’s just temporary.”
She panted, her chest heaving against his. “What happens in Vegas, stays?”
“Exactly.” Even if it killed him to let her go after. Because his little bird deserved the room to fly. And he’d only drag her down.
“He could join us,” Violet interrupted, reminding them they weren’t alone.
Link reached out, wrapping Emma’s hair around his fist at the base of her neck and tugging so her chin tipped. “I don’t share what’s mine.” His voice came out harsher than intended.
The blue in Emma’s eyes disappeared until all that was left were two dark pits of desire and lust matching his own.
That’s my girl.
“Take me, then. Now.”
He motioned for Violet to get out.
“At least take my number in case you come to town again.” Violet slipped a business card into Emma’s cleavage as she exited the cab. Link released Emma to climb into the taxi before closing the door after he’d joined her.
“Where to?” the cab driver asked.
“The Glass Palace.” Link pulled out his wallet and handed over a fifty. “This is all yours if you get us there in less than ten minutes.”
Link turned to Emma. Her dress had risen higher on her parted thighs, exposing the black lace panties underneath.
He plucked the paper from between her breasts. The soft swell of her skin blistered his fingers before he crumpled the note and tossed it to the floor. “You won’t be needing this.”
Fuck, he was going to die in anticipation. In this moment, it didn’t matter if he was going to fuck the woman everyone thought of as his sister. Here, in this cab, no one knew them. Here they could be anyone. Tonight he was just Link, and she was just Emma. A man and a woman with matching needs and burning lust.
This was the city of sin, after all. And Emma was definitely no angel—just the way he liked it.
19
Emma
Emma walked ahead of Link into his large suite. The walls seemed to close in as she shut the door with a click. The lock engaged, echoing through the hall. Her heartbeat thudded in her ears. The tiny hairs on her arm stood on end as goose bumps rushed over her flesh, prickling her with awareness. Breathing became difficult, as if she were in a smoky room. Each second lingering in his presence only tainted the air more, replacing it with a haze of lust curling around her limbs, tickling her nerve endings in anticipation.
“You ready for me to fuck you?” he asked.
Butterflies tumbled in her belly, but his deep voice cut through the fog. Is this really happening? Link actually wants me?
Calloused fingers wrapped around her arm, jerking her against the wall roughly. Link stepped into her space, tilting his chin to look in her eyes. His hard brows were drawn together. Droplets of sweat dusted his forehead as if it was taking everything in him to hold back from tearing her clothes off. Power rushed through her veins, drowning her in adrenaline. Lust burned her from the inside out. Sandalwood and pine saturated her every breath.
“Answer me, little bird.” The rumble of his voice vibrated in his chest against her body pressed into him. Tingles raced down her spine. Bursts of color exploded through her grey world.
“Yes.” Her voice was all breath.
He intertwined his fingers through her hair, holding her firmly in place as his black eyes searched her face—for what, she didn’t know.
“Just until we get back. You hear me? This is only ever temporary. I’m gonna fuck you until we get back, and then we move on. This isn’t forever. This isn’t even a relationship. This is sex.”
She tried not to let him see how much his words tore her apart. She knew better than to hope. He meant every rough, calloused, promise. Link was nothing if not honest. If this was all she could have of him, she’d take it. She’d cherish the pieces he gave her for as long as she could have them.
She licked her lips, drawing his attention to them. Wetness seeped into her panties at the control she elicited over him. “Under one condition.”
