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The blade of his silk tie slides in between my breasts, and I wrap my fist around the fabric and pull him closer. It’s my turn to crush my lips against his. He gives in to my desperate mouth, before propping himself up on his arms to look down at me. “And I’m going to take what’s mine,” he says, tugging at his zipper.
My breath hitches in my throat and the small voice in the back of my head pipes up.So, this is how it happens,it says.This is how you lose your virginity.
It was never meant to be like this. I’m ashamed that since Lorcan kissed me, it’s the first time that Sam pops into my head. It was meant to be with him. In a safe, loving, relationship on a bed full of rose petals and a romantic Spotify playlist.
Instead, I’m using my innocence as a ticket to freedom.
Lorcan pushes the slick head of his cock against my pussy. I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut, bracing myself for the pain.
It doesn’t come.
I open one eye and Lorcan’s looking down at me. I can’t read the expression on his face.
Regret? Anger?
Then, he snaps out of it and withdraws from my withering body. I watch, numb, as he gets off the bed and tucks himself away.
“Where are you going?” I croak.
“Not now,” he mutters, snatching his jacket from the floor and flinging it over his shoulder.
“Lorcan—”
“Go to sleep, China Doll,” he says with a sad softness in his voice.
And with that, there’s the scrape of the key and the footsteps in the landing.
He’s gone.
Leaving me in a fog of confusion and longing.
And underneath it all, I feel like begging him to come back.
Lorcan
I should be waking up with Poppy’s juices glistening on my cock. Instead, I’m in my own bed with a bottle ofThe Smugglers Clubunder my arm and a banging headache.
Glancing at the Audemars Piguet on the bedside table, I groan. I got so much shit to do today, and I’m not in the mood to deal with Antoin’s attitude if I don’t get it done.
I leap out of bed and all but crawl to the shower. The hot steam melts away my sins, leaving room for the one question that bubbles in my brain.
Why didn’t you fuck her?
I could have had exactly what I wanted. Poppy Murphy in my arms, under my body, her wet cunt begging me to slide my cock into her.
Then I saw it in her eyes. A flash of fear, right before she closed them. If I’d blinked, I would have missed it, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Something in my cold, dead heart is cracking and I don’t fucking like it. Her body might have responded but her eyes didn’t.
As I emerge from the steam of the en suite, my cell is blowing up. I stab the green button and put it on speaker. “Speak.”
Antoin’s voice is wary. “You awake?”
“Yeah, dumbass. Why?”
“‘Cause I saw the smashed cabinet in your office.”
“Yeah. Call someone to get that fixed.”
