my veins whooshing like it’s a competition to get me into cardiac arrest. Feeling bold, I reach for the hem of his shirt and tug. He complies and then, it’s at our feet with mine.
I can feel his tight abs flexing and clenching under my touch, making me heady with intoxicating power.
For a second, I feel this irrational feeling, this gnawing in the pit of my stomach that’s screaming at me to stop, that I’m cheating, but I switch it off the moment my sexy guy starts kissing me in earnest, essentially fucking my mouth.
“Will you tell me your name?” he questions.
“Names are overrated.” I gasp into his mouth, my heart racing as blood rushes in my veins.
“Yeah, this is for tonight,” he groans in my neck, then we’re kissing again.
“Yes,” I moan into his mouth, then gasp when I feel his intoxicating taste. Heat and arousal shooting straight to my core. He grabs my ass, then lifts me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I can feel his hard erection directly over my clenching pussy.
We both groan, then he’s moving, but only makes it to another wall. In a split second, he’s got my bra off with a speed and finesse that impresses the hell out of me.
“You do that a lot?”
“I do a lot of magic tricks to lucky girls that inspire me.”
“Inspire you, huh?” I giggle, freaking giggle. He smirks, then kisses the tip of my nose. “Are you trying to get over her?”
“Shut up and enjoy this.”
Yes sir.
I run a finger down his curved spine, and he groans low in his chest, planting a trail of hot kisses down my neck, to my breasts, my nipples hard and peeked, waiting for his hot mouth.
But the closer he gets to them, the more I feel that dread in my stomach, almost choking the breath out of me.
Is it me or is someone watching us? Watching me?
I know what it’s like being watched, assessed, analyzed like a fucking piece of meat. I know when I’m being watched.
A strong chill passes down my spine, my sexy unknown guy’s kisses running cold over my once heated skin.
Like a powerful force is compelling me, like a puppet unable to resist or fight, I slowly look up, my eyes already wide like I know what I’m going to find, like I knew he was already there, watching the whole thing.
Cold, piercing, angry green eyes, hardened over time but still the same as the last time I saw him, bore into me and I jump, letting out a little scream.
“What the hell?” sexy unknown says, a frown on his face but I can’t say anything, held hopeless and mute by the intimidating figure standing at the open French doors that lead to the balcony. No, there are two people there. Him and an equally sexy looking Black guy, same height as Julian, beers in their hands, watching us. The other guy has a smirk on his face but Julian….
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Julian’s voice is so low and deadly, the guy beside him and my sexy guy all tense up and look at Julian with caution in their eyes, but he doesn’t see them.
His gaze is directly on me, a thunderous look on his face with each second that passes.
“What the hell, J?” sexy unknown turns around, a frown on his face. “I’m kinda busy right now so whatever it is you’re pissed about, let me know after.”
But Julian doesn’t listen.
“Get the hell away from my brother, right now.”
Oh my God.
My heart literally stops beating for a second as we stare at each other, the word brother echoing louder like a he just shot me in the chest with it.
“Brother?” I croak, like a dying frog. There’s a ball lodged in my throat that’s making it hard to speak, and even harder to breathe.
I feel bile rising up my throat, my vision becomes hazy and dim, as the sexy guy I was about to fuck starts yelling at his…brother.
Oh God.
4
“Julian, what the fuck are you doing, man?” Liam yells over his shoulder, caution in his eyes as he watches me like I’m unhinged or like I’m off my damn meds, but I don’t dare look away from her. The face of my recurring nightmares.
The girl who ruined my family and made Aiden prey to paparazzi who tore him apart like he wasn’t human.
She single-handedly destroyed my family with a simple bat of her lashes and her running mouth that