Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew #1) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,206

grinned at her as I committed to this idea, kicking my shoes off, unbuckling my belt, dropping my jeans and boxers, before stepping out of them and revealing my most prized possession to her. It had gotten big in the last couple of years. Especially when I got a boner, and I was currently in boner town. Because, well, tits.

Her mouth fell open as she stared at it and my chest puffed out with pride. I waited for her to tell me how perfect it was, but she didn’t.

"It's kinda rude if you don't say anything," I teased and her mouth snapped shut.

"Are they always that big?" she asked, seeming concerned and my chest puffed up even more.

I grinned, shrugging casually, but no, obviously not. I’d Googled that shit. And I knew I was well above average. "Well, like I said, beautiful, you've got really nice tits and I can't say I've really seen all that many in person so..."

That night was stained on my memory. A lot of shit had happened, some good, some bad, some fucking life changing. It would always bind me to Rogue. But fuck if it had a hold over me anymore.

“I see you still crave my cock as much as the last time you saw it.” I gripped my shaft tight, relieving the pressure in it as her eyes worked across it with far more confidence than she’d once had. “I’ve got your name tattooed on my balls, I’ll untie you if you want to come and have a closer look.”

“No thanks,” she said lightly. “Is this shower show gonna last all day because I’ve got things to do, people to see, keys to take from psychos.” Her upper lip peeled back and anger twisted in her eyes.

I finished up washing while she tried to ignore me yet kept watching me out of the corner of her eyes the whole time. Then I walked up to her dripping wet and hard as stone, reaching around her back and making her breath catch.

I untied the towel, yanking it free and using it to dry my hair and chest before wrapping it around my waist. “Enjoying the tour so far?” I deadpanned.

She rubbed her wrists and I noticed a shark tooth bracelet wrapped around one. I twisted the tooth between my fingers and she tried to smack my hand away from it as I almost ripped it off.

“Is this the same one JJ used to carry around everywhere like it might make him grow taller if he kept wishing on it?” I scoffed and she shrugged.

“Well it certainly worked. And on more than just his height.”

I absorbed that nugget of shit, picturing cutting JJ’s dick off and breaking his legs so he could never claim to be tall again. “I didn’t realise you were fucking all of them, but it makes sense I suppose. You should make the most of his herpes riddled cock while you can though, because I plan on smashing his head in with a brick and watching his eyes pop right out of their sockets. I don’t think he’ll be much of a lay after that.”

Her jaw pulsed furiously and I released a derisive breath. So she cared about him, did she? Then why was she fucking them over? There was clearly more to this than she was letting on.

I brushed past her, catching her hand and towing her along again.

“I thought you liked to cut people’s heads off?” she said icily, yanking her hand free of my grip. If I cared about her escaping me, she wouldn’t have gotten away. But as it happened, I was sure little miss lost girl was going to trail around after me through my house until she got what she wanted either way.

“Not always.” I shrugged. “It’s a lot of effort to cut through all that flesh and bone, you know? Sometimes I prefer to choke the life out of them. It’s quieter. More personal too. So I’ll make sure the next one I do that way is Foxy boy. I’ll give him a goodbye kiss for you.”

“You obviously thought it was worth the effort to cut off Rodriguez and Piston’s heads though,” she said darkly and I frowned over my shoulder at her.

“Who?” I muttered, not really giving a shit.

“The guys whose heads you chopped off tonight outside Harlequin House before writing ‘war’ on the gate,” she said with a tut.

“I didn’t do jack shit, I’ve been here all night. Is that why you