Page 46 of Wreck Me

The sheer size of it.

Hot lust builds in my core.

‘Perhaps I haven't made my feelings for you clear enough. If you ever think I’ll get my fill of your pussy, you are delusional.’ His velvety voice sends shivers skimming over my skin. ‘I spend every second of every damn day thinking about it. Imagining what it looks like. How sweet it would taste. What it would feel like to slide my cock into your tight walls and unleash myself on you.’ The subtle grind of his hips has me simultaneously swooning and sweating.

‘So, one thing you don’t have to worry about is me “having my fill.” I could spend every minute from now until your graduation with my head, hands, and cock between your legs and it still wouldn't be anywhere near long enough. The first night I saw you on stage at the Luxor Lounge, I fucked my fist twice in the shower thinking about you.’

It’s suddenly stifling in here. ‘You don’t mean that.’

Desire consumes me. If I tilted my chin up even an inch, our lips would be touching. My skin pricks with a need I didn't know I was capable of.

‘Well, well, well, what do we have here?’ Rian, James’s youngest brother, strides over, surprise written into every line of his face.

James turns his head to look at his brother, tearing his hips from mine and his hands from the pillar. ‘Ah, the man of the minute.’ He slaps his brother on the back in an affectionate gesture.

‘You mean the man of the hour, at least. Give me some credit, brother.’ Rian grins, his eyes darting between us with open curiosity.

It’s obvious from his face he recognises me, even without the elaborate wigs and make-up.

‘Rian, you remember Scarlett.’ It’s not a question.

‘Of course. A... face like hers is impossible to forget.’ Rian’s eyes roam over my outfit and it’s obvious it’s not just my face he’s recalling.

James’s nostrils flare as he jabs Rian’s bicep hard enough to make him cry out. ‘Careful, brother. If you look at my woman like that again, she might be the last thing you’ll ever see.’

‘Your woman?’ Rian’s eyebrows skyrocket as he rubs his arm.

‘Yes,’ James hisses.

My core clenches. It might be an act, but it’s hot as fuck.

‘Since when?’ Rian seems genuinely intrigued.

‘Since I punched the last guy who touched her.’ James’s hand settles on the base of my spine. Tingles radiate in every direction.

Rian’s palms raise in surrender. ‘Well, in that case, I’m delighted for you both.’

James’s thumb strokes over the bare skin on my back, his fingers continuing a blazing trail towards my shoulder blades and back again.

‘Congratulations on the club. It’s amazing.’ I flash a small smile Rian’s way.

‘Thanks.’ Rian soaks up the décor with pride. ‘Mother is looking for you,’ he says to James.

‘I bet she is.’ James’s lips purse.

‘Your mother is here?’ I squeak.

‘Yes. And she’s dying to meet you.’ James’s eyes flash with devilment.

The prospect shouldn't make me nervous. It doesn’t matter what she thinks of me, because our entire relationship is for show, but for some reason, I’m desperate to make a good impression.

Through the throng of bodies, I spot the other three Beckett brothers approaching. James gave me a rundown of his siblings in the car on the way here. Names, ages, occupations. From what James said, they’re a tight-knit family.

I suck in a breath as I’m surrounded by tall, dark, handsome men. What a gene pool. They’re all exquisitely attractive in their own way, but none of them radiate the same powerful presence as James.

‘Here’s the cavalry.’ James flashes a genuine smile before extending his hand to greet them. ‘I was just introducing Rian to my girlfriend.’

Caelon almost spits out his drink. Sean eyes me with aquiet curiosity. Killian simply nods in an unspoken greeting. He appears to be a man of few words.

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