Chapter Two Hundred Sixteen

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No. You shot at her as she ran! You shot at me! I want to scream at him, but I don’t.

You let her go? No. You shot at her as

He says, “I was still on the ground, frozen in shock, watching her retreat when I heard Charlie start shooting at her back.”

Oh…

lis lip curls upward in disgust. “It made me so angry that he would do such a thing after seeing her. Seeing how beautiful she was.”

“Beautiful?” I can’t help it, I am a fool and I blush.

“I wanted to hurt him. Badly. So, I pretended everything was fine and I took him with me where I needed to go, but when the time came and I was presented with the opportunity to, I did. I hurt him.” He shakes his head at himself. “I’m good at that. Pretending. I’ve been doing it for a long time.”

I’m panting by now, so completely shocked by his admission that I almost don’t know what to do. I ask, “Is that what you’re doing here? At this place? Pretending?”

He finally looks at me and whispers, “Yes.”

“But why? What’s the point?”

His brow wrinkles, his attention drifting toward his hand on my leg once more. “It’s complicated. I need something that only Roman can give me. So I have to keep pretending. At least… for now.”

“Does your sister know that?” I ask.

“No,” he says absently. “It’s better if she doesn’t. It’s safer that way.”

d caress my inner thigh. “Are you My breath hitches again as his hand dives deeper between my legs to squeeze and caress my

to ask. “With me?”

you pretending now?” I hop

“Does it look like it?” he asks, flexing his muscles so the front of his gym shorts twitch and my eyes are drawn to the pulsating hardness

between his legs.

it you’re a virgin, I coo softly, my hungry gaze locked on his bulge.

“Your sister says

ux that

chuckles, “My sister has a big damn mouth. She tells everyone that

his dick twitches and my mouth waters as I swallow back a moan You’re pretty aggressive for a virgin,

he replies, turning his hand so that he can

shouldn’t do that,” I rasp, as my fingers begin to tingle, my claws begging to be set

again. Up and down, then in circles over my clit. “Tell

still closed and my head rolls back with pleasure. “I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper, and it’s true, I don’t. “But you

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he hisses in amazement? “How can someone like

I m not

up and opening my eyes to study him. “Someone like me?”

on the movements of his hand between my

me to come any closer without sitting on his lap, so after about thirty seconds of careful thought, that is what I do. Popping up on my knees a little more swiftly than I probably should have, I stretch over his lap, lock my knees

teeth close over his bottom lip, both of his hands

and when his dick. jumps the spare

on my legs. Jesus. Yes.

‘s nice.”

wanted inside?” I remind him gently, placing my hands on lightly tanned skin of his well defined abs. The skin to skin

of answering right away, his

down on his lap. He groans deep in his throat as he guides my hips into a punishing rhythm, grinding my core back

toward climax. My head

I was in before I straddled him, but with my knees bent to the side instead of under me, Cane drags a pillow down from the top of the bed to cover the space between us as well as the bulge in front of his shorts. He somehow makes it look so natural that by the time Delilah is back in

have a problem!” she exclaims and I jerk

the bed. I feel Cane’s hand slide under my ass and give it a squeeze, and

about, but Quinn promised me that he was alone and that his presence could only

here?!”

my bottom as he talks to his sister.

gaze flitting steadily back and forth between

think Id like

Delilah says, confused. “You mean you’re not

me. “Roman’s not here, D. I mean, he can’t stay but you

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favor to

quips, eyeing him suspiciously. “I don’t know how generous he’s going to be with you.

he feel generous, Delilah? What are you not

you left me in Blackjack by myself and he saved me from becoming lunchmeat.”

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