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The bed dips as he sits. “I hate it so much that I want to douse myself in oil and set myself alight every time a tear rolls down your cheek.” When I don’t respond, he lets out a bitter laugh. “You know what I hate more than you crying? How much I care about you fucking crying.”
“You’re the sole reason why I cry, Lorcan,” I whisper into the darkness.
A hiss comes from his direction. “I hate you, Poppy Murphy. Do you know that?” There’s a pause, followed by a clinking sound and a gulp. He’s bought his liquid courage with him. “I’ve always hated you. At first, I hated you because I hated your father. I hated that I could look into your eyes and see Marcus Murphy staring back at me. Now, I hate you because of how you make me feel.”
The air I’m holding in my lungs is turning stale. I let it go along with a strangled question. “How do I make you feel?”
Another clink, another glug. “Like I want to rip my heart out of my chest and put a bullet in it myself. You confuse me.”
The darkness is my own liquid courage. It loosens my tongue and lets out something I’d never say in the cold light of day. The truth.
“You confuse me too,” I admit.
“How so?”
“I should hate you,” I choke out. “But I only hate you half the time.”
The weight on the bed shifts, and suddenly I can feel the warmth of his skin, smell the sweet whiskey on his breath. “And the other half?”
My heart is hammering so loud in my chest that it’s the only thing I can hear. “I want to kiss you.”
It slides out like butter on a hot day, floating between us in the dark.
The silence that follows is heavy and agonizing, stretching out into what feels like forever, until—
Lorcan crushes his lips against mine, capturing my mouth. The moment I taste him, desire floods my veins and I feel as drunk as him. As he slides a strong arm around my back, I find myself clawing at the top of his suit pants.
He freezes, and in the sliver of moonlight, our eyes lock. I know he’s thinking exactly what I am. It’s the first time I’ve willingly touched him. But I want him,crave him.In a way I can’t understand, I need him to corrupt me.
And the consequences of that are so far away from my mind they might as well be on a different planet.
He grabs my hands from his stomach and lifts them to his chest. Under the sculpted muscles I feel the heavy beat of his heart. “This is what you do to me, China Doll,” he rasps, “and this is why I fucking hate you.”
I moan into his mouth and he crushes his chest against mine, pinning me to the bed. His lips only break away from me to pull off his shirt, and to slip the straps of my camisole off my shoulders, letting my breasts spill out.
I’m not terrified tonight. No, I’m aroused. Manically so; the lust rises and falls in my chest with my heavy breathing. “I want to fuck you,” Lorcan’s growl vibrates above me, “I want to fuck you and I want you towantme to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I reply, delirious off his words.
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He widens the space between us for a moment, sliding off the rest of his suit. I prop myself up on my elbows to admire his carved-from-stone body. Even in the darkness, the outline of his massive cock makes me shudder with pleasure. It’s hard and long andfuck me that isn’t going to fit inside of me!
Lorcan catches my eye and grins a devilish grin, before looming back over me, thighs clamping either side of my hips. He dips low, running a sensual tongue over the curve of my breasts, down to my aching nipples. When he sucks them, a ripple of unbearable pleasure runs through me. Then his hand snakes lower, parting my legs.
I freeze. “I—” I stammer, putting my palm against his chest.
He looks up, brows knitted.
“I don’t know how,” I whisper.
He kisses my nerves away, before flicking his tongue over my earlobe and whispering, “All you have to do is give yourself to me, China Doll. Now spread your legs.”
I obey without question, feeling my clit swelling in anticipation.
“Good girl.”
