42 parts Complete Mature"Well," she said sweetly, fake as hell. "Jude's a great guy. You know, polite and handsome. Such a gentleman."
My jaw flexed.
I dug my hands into the soft flesh of her thighs, forcing her legs open wider. Her dress rode up more. She was soaked. Her body never lied.
"That so?" I muttered, voice dark. "Too bad I don't give a fuck what kind of gentleman he is."
I leaned in, lips ghosting hers. Close, but not touching.
"But we both know he can't get on his knees and eat your pussy like I do. Can't fuck you the way I do. Can't make you beg. Can't make you scream. Can't break you the way you like it."
I dragged my fingers up her thigh, slow, stopping just short of her slick center.
"In case you've forgotten..."
I didn't finish the sentence. I wanted her to feel it. I wanted her to fucking remember.
She sucked in a breath, tried to play it off with a smirk. "You're so full of yourself. If you were that good, I wouldn't have wandering eyes."
I grabbed her chin firm, but not rough.
"You don't have wandering eyes," I said, low and dangerous. "You're just a greedy little slut who gets cranky when I'm not around to fuck the attitude out of you."
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Shaina doesn't believe in relationships. They're messy, complicated, and always end in heartbreak. At least, in her experience. Keeping things casual has worked just fine. That is, until one reckless night with Oscar changes everything.
Oscar doesn't follow the rules. He's charming, persistent, and frustratingly patient-the kind of man who doesn't back down easily. He's determined to break through her walls, no matter how high she's built them.
What starts as a no-strings-attached arrangement quickly turns into something else. Something deeper. Messier. And far more dangerous to her heart.
In a game where neither of them was supposed to fall, can either of them walk away without breaking?