The moment Naomi's eyes met his, she was toast. Burnt toast. The kind that sets off the smoke alarm and has the neighbors wondering what fresh hell you've gotten yourself into this time.
He was a kingpin, a power player in a world hidden beneath the...
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"Only the ones who look at me like they want to be fucked against a wall," he says, his voice low and steady, hitting me like a shot of top-shelf whiskey—the kind that makes you gasp and then sigh with pleasure.
Well, fuck.
Did he just... did he just say that? Out loud? To me? Is he serious? Because damn, I think he might be.
I blink, trying to process. This guy is incredibly bold. There's something about him, something that makes me want to poke him with a stick to see what happens. You know, like when you see a suspicious-looking mushroom in the woods and your first thought is, 'I should definitely lick that.'
NO BUT, bloody hell,did he just call me out like that?
Part of me wants to dig a hole and bury myself in it, possibly leaving a note that says, 'Here lies my dignity. RIP.' Another part wants to high-five him for his astute observation of my obvious thirst.
I mean, I'm no stranger to a dirty mouth, but this guy is in a league of his own. The sheer audacity of him. It's like he's taken flirting, cranked it up to eleven, and tossed in a dash of 'I dare you' for good measure. And the worst part? Or maybe the best part? I'm kind of into it.
I cross my arms, trying to look unimpressed. I should be offended, right? Should be giving him a piece of my mind, maybe even introducing his cheek to my palm.
However, I swear to god, my knees are actually weak. What the hell is wrong with me? This is not the time to be turned on. This is the time to be outraged, to be indignant, to tell him exactly where he can shove his dirty mouth.
But fuck if I'm not intrigued. Fuck if my body isn't screaming, 'Yes, please, fuck me against a wall.' And fuck if I'm not imagining it right now, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth devouring my neck, his cock—
No, no, no. Bad brain. Bad body. This is wrong. This is so wrong. I should not be reacting like this. I should not be wanting this. I should not be—
Oh, who am I kidding? I'm only human, and he's... well, he's something else entirely. Something dark, dangerous, and intoxicating. And I want a taste. I want more than a taste. I want to dive in headfirst and damn the consequences.
But I can't. I shouldn't. I—
Fuck it.
I feel a flutter in my stomach. A... curiosity. This is the time for me to be witty, to be sarcastic, to give as good as I get. I put my hands on my hips, tilting my head to the side as I look him up and down, hoping I look mysterious and not like I'm having a mild stroke. "Well, that's quite the offer," I say, my voice barely steady. "But I'm not sure the wall would approve."
