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“You’ll hate me tomorrow. No.”

I’ll hate myself.

And I’m not going to say it, but she’ll be a terrible fuck right now. I want to see her in all her glory. I’m not foolish enough to know I’ll get one night with this woman.

“I hwate you now.” She grins drunkenly.

I unlock her arms from around my neck and hold them above her head with one fist.

My eyes drift over the short T-shirt where I can now see her little lace panties, then drag my gaze back up past her hard nipples.

Maybe Iama saint.

“No, wolf. I don’t think you do.” My smirk hits just before I kiss her one more time. Deep, hard, and demanding.

I brush the hair off Trina’s forehead as I release her mouth and arms.

“Tell me when you’re ready to be fucked like the wild wolf pup you are, and I’ll make sure it’s a night you never forget.” I climb off the bed, tug the covers over her, and watch as her eyes flicker as she mumbles something incoherent.

Then falls asleep.

So fucking beautiful.

After locking up, I climb into the back of the limo and let out a long sigh.

Goddamn. That took about ten lifetimes of self-restraint, but it will be worth it when I finally have her.

Trina is going to hate that she played her hand tonight and told me she wants to fuck me. Silly girl. I already knew.

Now she just needs to ask me to fuck her when she’s sober.

It’s going to be fun watching her fight it.

CHAPTER FIVE

TRINA

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The moment consciousness washes over me regret hits me like a ten-ton truck. Damn it. My plan backfired.

Nick was a gropy creep and I had to pull a move on him. Stupid Marshall decided to play soldier and protect me.

I snort.

I had it handled. You don’t grow up in the military and not get taught how to defend yourself.

Then, I got so drunk I ended up just dancing with the girls and ignoring all the men at Flame.

Liar, you couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of Marshall’s mouth on yours.

I touch my lips.

I sniff my dark hair and smell his scent lingering on me. Oh god.

No.

Oh...my...god.

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