Page 37 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

“That’s impossible!” I hiss.

“That’s the truth. Moral compass, vices, what’s right or wrong… they are not set in stone. Our beliefs are shaped by our environment and experiences. And in this, they cannot be the same.”

I’m too stunned to speak right now.

“By this logic, we shouldn’t have laws or rules, since everyone decides for themselves what to do.”

“Well, when it comes to murderers, I don’t think they give a fuck about laws, darling,” he concludes, and I huff in frustration even though he’s right. “Anyhow, no one on this earth is a saint. Do you want to know why?” He rests his elbows on his knees and twists his watch. “Because our minds are warped, and sometimes the most perfect people on the outside are actually so rotten you’d run away from them if you truly knew them.”

“That’s a very depressing way of thinking.”

“It’s the truth. Truth is often not pretty.” An emotion flickers on his face. “You must be curious about vices, since you’ve come here.”

My cheeks heat up at this while embarrassment washes over me, thinking how this must look to him. “No, I had no idea you guys allow that.” I motion with my head toward the window.

His laughter booms through the space, and I don’t think he believes me. “It’s all right, darling. All of us wish to indulge in sin.”

The endearment rubs me the wrong way, because it sounds so impersonal on his lips, and I hate it. “Don’t call me darling. We don’t know each other well enough to be this informal.”

“Ah, you’re a lover of rules, darling?” He prolongs the last word, and I narrow my eyes on him. “I think, considering what almost happened on the dance floor, we can drop the formalities.”

I open my mouth to protest but then shut it, because I remember reading about them in a social media post, and they quoted Remi.

Those who give up and lose don’t value victory. Otherwise, they’d always win.

It was very arrogant, and people discussed it for days. However, the quote presents everything right now in a different light.

Did I strike a chord with my refusal to be enchanted by his charms, so now on his agenda tonight, there is seduction?

“I need to go.” I get up swiftly, the electricity rippling all over me in burning flames playing tricks on my mind. It urges me to run far, far away from this man, because his actions cannot be predicted.

And worse.

Like a moth to a flame, I cannot resist discovering all his secrets, and in this, I’ll face my downfall.

Tearing my gaze away from him, I walk to the window, suddenly too breathless to speak. Placing my hand on the glass, I take greedy gulps and focus once again on the couple, who now have changed their position.

She is sitting on the table, biting on a strawberry, while he watches the juice run down her chin and licks his lips as she slowly lifts up her skirt, clearly inviting him to taste something else,.

A hot flush washes over me, and although I believe such moments are intimate, some part of me wants to watch to see if she gets pleasure from it.

Is this the secret to the big O everyone speaks of but I’ve never experienced?

I hear Remi’s footsteps, and then our gazes meet in the glass’s reflection as he comes closer and closer to me, my heartbeat speeding up with his every step, and instant heat surrounds me when his powerful form traps me between the glass and his hard-as-granite chest.

He settles his splayed palms on either side of my head and leans forward, inhaling my scent while his breath fans my neck and breaks goose bumps on my skin. “Like what you see, darling?” he asks right as the guy grips the woman’s hips and pushes her to lie flat on her back.

She laughs and then arches her back when he flaps her dress away, opening her up for his hungry mouth and placing it on her center for everyone to see, and my core contracts, creating a pool of desire with me.

Because for a second, I imagine what it would be like to lie on a table while the man behind me made a meal out of me.

A raspy breath escapes me when Remi’s lips fall on my shoulder, his teeth grazing my flesh and awakening every dormant instinct inside me. “Do you like to watch, Penelope?” he asks against my skin right before he bites on my flesh, my moan echoing through the space, followed by a sigh when he licks it with his tongue. It soothes the sting and only adds to the swirling desire building within me, promising me temporary reprieve from this world.

Inviting me to indulge in vices he so highly speaks of as the aura around me creates countless webs wishing to trap me as long as I succumb to the passion enveloping me whole.

“Oh mon Dieu,” I whisper at the complete ecstasy on the woman’s face, and heat zips through me when Remi presses his hips harder into me. The thick bulge hidden by his pants sends an onslaught of heady sensations through me at the idea of this man wanting me with all the women around available to him, bringing me so much joy. A shiver runs down my spine when he puts one of his hands on my waist, squeezing it so hard it earns him a gasp. “Remi.”

His other splayed palm lands on my stomach as he fists the cloth, making the dress plaster against my pointed nipples, and on a reflex, I arch my back and rest my head on his shoulder, which opens me up more for his hungry lips skimming upward, where he bites on my earlobe before murmuring, “Answer me.” And then he sucks hard on my neck, for sure leaving hickeys marring my skin for everyone to see.

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