Page 51 of Villainous Summer

“Not real, huh?”

He wrapped a tendril of hair around his finger, then pursed his lips as he rubbed the strands with his thumb. “Not real, not mine.”

“R-ight.” I shuddered as he stepped toward me and wedged a foot between my own.

As I took a step back, he followed me until my butt hit the edge of the railing.

The fading twilight of the light reflected on the low tide of Freedom Bay, and the boardwalk was empty.

Tucking my hair behind my ear, he brushed the shell down to the edge of my jaw. “Not real. I don’t know, your body is saying differently.”

When he pressed his chest to mine, his heat warmed my thin sundress. His lips brushed my cheek until they met my ear.

My hands tight on the railing behind me, I tipped my head back, my eyes fluttering at the contact.

“That little hitch of your breath, the way your skin flushes tells a different story.”

“It’s all fake,” I murmured, more to myself than him.

Not real, not real.

In my ear, he tsked. “You can’t fake this.” His hand settled on my hip, squeezing it. “Is the way you press against me fake? How about how perfectly you fit against me? You’re telling me if I lifted your skirt right now, I wouldn’t you find you drenched for me?”

“No.”

My answer was shaky, the weakest response.

A small smile ticked up as his hands slid from my hip to the hem of my dress. There was time enough for me to bat his hand away, to sidestep, to stop the slow tease of his fingers as they traced up my inner thigh to reach my center, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Look at me. This relationship might not be real, but we’re not liars to each other, are we?”

I shook my head.

“Who made you this way?”

I let out a shaky exhale, my eyes darting away from his.

I wouldn’t lie to him, but I wouldn’t admit it either.

He lifted my face with a finger, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “Answer me.”

Those steely eyes on me, the thud, thud, thud of my heart in my ears drowning out the bird calls and waves lapping against the rocky shore.

With my lower lip pulled between my teeth, I bit back the answer. “No.”

His other finger traced the seam of my underwear, edging under them. “I’m about to prove you wrong, aren’t I?”

My silence is enough of an answer as his fingers found me. The hiss he let out as he parted my folds sparked inside me.

“You’re fucking drenching my hand, Sunshine. I’ve barely touched you, and this cunt is begging for me, isn’t it?” His eyes on mine, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean. “One taste isn’t enough for me.”

I couldn’t give in and say the words—why would I when his hand was there, proving his point?

His tongue flickered around his finger, and I knew exactly what it would feel like against my clit.

“Fucking kiss me,” I demanded.

His lips found mine, teeth clashing. With his hands on my waist, my feet were off the ground and my ass on the railing.

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