Page 23 of Wild Night

My pussy clenches and my lower belly dips—I want him again.

So bad.

Too bad.

This could be dangerous. This is starting to slide right past something fun and exhilarating, something physical, and turning into feelings. I definitely should not be feeling things for him. At all. I came here for help, or at least to have the time and space to be able to devise a plan for myself. What I didn’t come here to do was fall for another guy.

I need to be single for the rest of my life. That’s what I need.

“What do you want me to tell you?” I ask.

He doesn’t speak right away. His silence would be deafening if my heart weren’t beating so loudly that the blood rushing through my body sounds like drums in my ears. Then I feel his lips on my nipple, and he kisses me there.

I’m brought back to reality; the pounding in my ears stops, and my eyes slide closed. I wonder if he’ll abandon the question, and we can just replace it with more sex that I could get down on. My pussy aches, but I could rally again.

Against my silent hopes and wishes, he releases my nipple and lifts his head. My eyes open as I look down at him.

“Tell me something about your life, princess.”

I snort, sliding my fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends and looking into his eyes. “How are you supposed to be this dangerous man when you’re so damn beautiful you make my whole body ache?” I ask softly.

Ivy’s lips twitch into a smirk. “I’m asking the questions.”

“All I ever wanted to be was the exact opposite of my parents,” I whisper my confession as if, somehow, my dead parents will hear me and come back to haunt me. His brows snap together. “I’ve only wanted to be happy. Maybe have children who I love. Bake cookies on school days, take them to the park, hug and kiss them.”

“You never had any of that?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I pinch my eyes closed to keep tears from rolling down my cheeks. I don’t want to think about it because thinking about my childhood doesn’t just make me sad; it makes me think of my sister.

The way she ran away as soon as she could, and I never saw her again. The pain she must have felt. And the fear. God, the fear she no doubt felt for years… decades even. She had a baby, a life, and I didn’t know her.

She was the one person I looked up to as a kid, and I didn’t get to tell her that. I never got to hug her. It’s heartbreaking as an adult, but as a kid, it was devastating.

“Our parents were abusive and cruel. Love wasn’t said, and it certainly wasn’t shown. My sister ran away for a good reason. I never blamed her for it. I wish that when I was a little older, I would have been brave enough to run away myself and go find her.”

Ivy shakes his head. “You’re lucky you didn’t.”

“Why?” I demand on a whisper.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Nobody told you?”

“I knew she had Dakota young,” I say. “But what else?”

He clears his throat, and I expect him to move off me, but he doesn’t. Instead, his muscles flex, squeezing me, but he doesn’t release me. His eyes hold mine, our connection causing my belly to flip, then flop.

I know that this conversation is definitely not a turn-on, but that doesn’t stop biology and the way I want him. He watches me for a moment, the silence surrounding us as I wait for him to tell me and, at the same time, fight my urge to tackle him.

“Your sister was living in a cult.”

“A what?” I ask.

“Figured Dakota told you. It’s where she was raised.”

IVY

As Posey stares at me, her lips parted and her eyes wide, I fucking regret this whole thing. I shouldn’t have mentioned her sister at all. I should have tried to get information on the past few years, not her childhood. I fucked this up, and at the same time, I want to kiss her and fuck her so that she forgets it all.

I want to make it better.

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