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She swallows hard, guilt burning deep in her eyes. "But…you don't even know me. There are things…" She hesitates, searching my face. "There are things I haven't told you. Things that might change your mind."
I stare at her for a heartbeat, processing her words. She thinks I don't know that she's hiding shit from me. I chuckle softly, shaking my head.
"I've known since you walked into my bar that you're here for a reason," I say quietly. "Don't know what that reason is, and frankly, I don't fucking care."
"But…"
"But nothing, baby." I tip her chin up, gently forcing her to meet my gaze. "It doesn't change a goddamn thing. You aren't the only one with secrets, Kylie. And whatever yours are, I guarantee they don't compare to mine and the things I've done." I feel it in my bones. Whoever she really is, whatever she's done, whatever drove her here…she's innocent. I know that much. And there's nothing she can tell me that will ever make her half the goddamn monster I am. I'm the one with blood on my hands. Not her.
She stares at me, a mix of regret and fear flickering across her face. "I want to tell you everything. I just…"
I silence her with a tender kiss, tasting her uncertainty and desire. "You don't owe me answers until you're ready to give them, Toto," I promise, my lips brushing against hers. "I can wait." For her, I will wait.
"I just need to know one thing." My voice is firm, but gentle. "Are you in danger, baby?"
"No, of course not." She bites her lip, her gaze flickering across my face. Then, softer, she adds, "Well, just my heart." She exhales a breath. "I don't think it belongs to me anymore, Memphis."
Fuck.
A surge of possessiveness courses through me at her admission. It isn't the words I want—but it's damn close. She's falling for me.
I haul her into my arms, claiming her mouth as if it's the only thing keeping me grounded. The world narrows down to this moment, to the taste of her lips and the feel of her body pressed against mine. Here, now, with her in my arms, nothing else matters.
She moans my name, trying to climb my body.
"Shit, baby," I groan, lifting her off the floor effortlessly and carrying her over to the bar. The thrill of knowing she's mine takes over every part of me, making my goddamn cock throb with need. "You got me so fuckin' worked up, I can't wait."
I plop her down on top of the bar, ready to take her here and now. She gasps in surprise as I yank her shirt off over her head, tossing it aside without a care.
"What are you doing?" she asks breathlessly, her eyes wide and pupils dilated.
"Getting you naked in my bar," I growl, already working on pulling her boots off. "And as soon as I do, I'm eating that perfect cunt right here." My hands make quick work of her boots, flinging them over my shoulder as I smirk at her. "Once you're done soaking my face and this bar, I plan to fuck you on top of it. Any more questions?"
She hesitates for a moment, then whispers with a wicked grin, "Just one." She lifts her hips, allowing me to drag her jeans and panties down her legs. "What's taking you so long?"
Ah, fuck. I knew she was perfect.
Two hours later, we walk out of the bar hand in hand, the cool night air washing over us. She shivers, so I pull her close, wrapping an arm around her waist. The things I just did to her inside that bar…well, Jessup is going to fucking kill me if he ever finds out.
But I'll die happy, that's for damn sure.
I lead her to the truck, boosting her inside before buckling her in. She rolls her eyes at me.
"What'd I tell you about that shit?" I ask, my eyes narrowed on her.
"Yeah, yeah. You can punish me later. My legs are barely functioning right now, Memphis," she mutters around a yawn, making me chuckle.
I press a kiss to her lips, chuckling, and then slam the door before jogging around to the driver's side. I pull out, glancing in the rearview.
A dark van pulls onto the road behind us.
My brows furrow when I spot it. It looks like Venom's van, but he went home hours ago. Why the fuck is he still out here?
"My mom die last year," Kylie says quietly, pulling my attention to her. It's the first real thing she's told me about her life. "Before then, it was just me and her for a long time. I was bullied in school, so I've never really let anyone close. I'm not sure how, Memphis."
"We'll get there, baby." I reach for her hand, kissing her fingers as I issue the promise. She may not realize it, but she's already letting me close. She's already letting me in. "I'm sorry about your mom."
"Me too," she whispers.
