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I’m in love with Bastian Florian, I have been for a long time. I’ve just never had the courage to tell him.
Even before she came to this island, I was terrified he still harbored feelings for her. When we finally got together I was worried I was the rebound, but as time went on I began to feel secure in our relationship. Until she arrived.
I can’t be mad at him though. She is something special and there is just something about the girl that draws you in like a moth to a fucking flame. Her pale skin, cherry-red lips, raven hair and those eyes that look straight into your soul, capturing you by the balls and holding you prisoner.
Bash grips my arm and pulls me to a stop. I yank free of his hold but he pushes forward and grips the back of my neck, then pulls me in until our masks touch. His eyes burn with an intensity. I see the anger he is barely holding onto and I know he wants to unleash it on me but now isn’t the time.
“When this is all over, there will still be an us. Whether she is a part of that or not is her call. I know you feel something for her as well, I saw it in your eyes.” I suck in a sharp breath. “I’m good with sharing as long as I still have you. Don’t ever fucking doubt how I feel about you, Prince. You healed a heart you didn’t break. I’ll always love you for that.”
His admission is like a sucker punch, it knocks the air right out of me.
I grip his waist and pull him flush against me. “My heart has always been yours.”
I see triumph spark in his eyes and that sends blood rushing straight to my cock. The smug little prick pushes his free hand between us and strokes me through my pants.
“And this cock will always be mine.” I groan at the feeling of his hand wrapped around me.
“Always,” I pant.
“Hey!” Bash growls and I groan as we pull apart at the sound of Doc’s voice. “Hurry the fuck up!” he shouts.
I shoot Bash a look that promises punishment when we get back. The bastard winks back at me. “I’m looking forward to being bent over that knee and getting spanked.” The smug fucker takes off running, while I stand here trying to think of the most hideous thing in the world so I can get rid of my ragging boner!
By the time I catch up with the others, Snow and Cinder are walking the treeline by the waters edge while the guys stand back. I stop next to Duke.
“What are they doing?” I ask.
He shrugs. “No fucking clue, but whatever it is has our Cinder Soot wound up and I fucking love that shit.” I stare at him for a second, then look over at Jaq and Gus. Both the brothers are grinning and nodding their agreement.
Can the three of us be like them?
Before the thought can take root Bash speaks. “What the fuck are they searching for?”
“No clue,” Jaq answers.
“Fuck this,” Doc snaps, then stalks toward the girls. The rest of us stand back and watch. Neither of them are paying him any attention as they continue looking into the woods and talking to each other. “What the fuck—”
“Hang on!” Snow snaps, then turns back to Cinder. My brows raise behind my mask and Bash whistles between his teeth. He and I know that it’s never a good idea to cut Doc Florian off, nothing pisses the man off faster. “Like I said—”
She doesn’t get a chance to finish, he grips the back of her neck and yanks her back a step until she is facing him. She lashes out and jams her knee into his junk. Doc drops to the ground groaning in pain.
Instinct tells me to defend my brother but then another part, the part of me that is growing soft where she is concerned, knows that I have to let this play out. If I don’t, Doc will never see her as more than the bitch who ruined his and his son’s lives.
Lord above, I pray for my best friend because the look of the devil is in her eyes and I have a sinking feeling Doc has finally met someone with a temper to match his own.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SNOW
I stand here glaring down at the son of a bitch.
He's groaning and cupping himself like I've personally offended him, which, to be fair, I have.
“I’m going to fucking—”
“Make me regret my life choice?” I cut him off cleanly and crouch in front of him, meeting his outrage head-on without flinching. “You may get to fuck me and use me however the hell you please, but what you will not do is try and control me.” His eyes narrow, the warning in them sharp enough to draw blood. I don't look away. “I get it. I'm your prisoner. I accept that.”
“Do you?” he grits out through his teeth.
