Iâm out of my fucking mind.
Iâm out of my fucking mind.
Iâm out of my fucking mind.
As I race down the stairs and out of Lucyâs, I know Iâve crossed a line. But Iâll be fucked if there was any way I could stop it.
Fuck, just the reminder of what happened causes a hot flush to creep over my skin. It takes me two full blocks to realize Iâm still running away from him. I stop dead in my tracks when I notice Iâm not being chased.
My breath is shaky, and I brush my sweaty hands over my skirt. What was I thinking?
I was no better than a horny man because the moment he had me pinned, something fried in my brain. My wires got crossed and⦠Fuck, why is he so attractive?
This has to be part of his plan.
I thought I was toying with him, but that sure-as-shit got flipped on its head. I tap my finger against my lip, not at all okay with this change of events. My skin is still tight over my body, and I close my eyes, welcoming the cool breeze.
Heâs a beautiful monster, indeed, and Iâm fucking soaked because of him. Had it not been for his guard interrupting us, I probably wouldâve let him fuck me then and there, even with an audience behind him.
I bite the tip of my nail. This just wonât do.
And then a dazzling idea comes to mind.
When he threatened me two days ago, he said if I were to break into his apartment, heâd slit my throat⦠but he said nothing about his mansion.
I smirk as I check the time on my phone. Ah, but the night is young.
I beam at the thought of fucking with this guy just as much as he fucked with me tonight.
I sure as hell wonât be falling for that again.