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You would have thought it was raining bullets the way Lorcan springs into action, slipping off his suit jacket and holding it over my head. He pulls me in the direction of the other guests, who are all making a slow jog to find shelter back in the dining hall. The music peters down, as each musician realizes, one by one, that the weather might ruin their instrument. I find myself digging my heels in and pushing a hand against Lorcan’s chest.
He glances down at me, confused. “You’ll be soaked…”
“I don’t care,” I say breathlessly, the euphoria surging over me.
Lorcan studies me for a beat, then with a glint in his eye, turns to the band. “Keep playing.”
On command, the music starts up again. Somewhere far away, I can hear the cheers and claps from the guests, but I can’t concentrate on anything apart from Lorcan’s hands on my body and the smell of fresh water in the air. I laugh until my throat hurts, we dance until my feet ache, and when a song ends and Lorcan’s lips meet mine with an intensity that steals my breath away, I feel…free.
“Poppy,” Lorcan moans into my mouth, wrapping his jacket over my soaked shoulders. I can feel the wet strands of his hair against my own forehead; I can taste the after-dinner mint on his tongue. “I need to take you home now. I can’t wait another second to fuck you.”
My knees buckle under the assertiveness of his words.
Dragging me by my hand like a man on a mission, he pulls me into the dining room, shaking hands and kissing cheeks as we pass. Without the backdrop of rain and jazz, I’m suddenly aware that I must look like a drowned rat in a designer dress, dripping like a mop onto the mosaic tiles.
I’m also aware that I don’t care one bit.
“Poppy!” I follow the sound of my name and see Nova making a beeline for me, a scrap of paper in her hand. She stops and glances between me and Lorcan, who’s distracted by whatever Nova’s older brother, Miguel, is saying to him. She wiggles her eyebrows and grins. “You’re wetter than a mermaid’s vagina.”
Laughing, I say, “I haven’t heard that one before.”
“Here,” she snatches my purse from under my arm, unclips it and slips the paper inside. “Call me, if you ever take a break from boning Lorcan Quinn.”
I glance up at Lorcan with a sudden weight on my chest. For a brief moment under the stars and the rain clouds, I felt free. But Nova giving me her number reminds me I’m anything but.
“Will do,” I say with a forced smile.If I ever escape.
Her hug is unexpected, and when she throws her arms around me, I almost stumble. “I’ll get a phone to you,” she whispers in my ear. “Promise.”
Her smile is a little sadder when she pulls away and disappears into the crowd, and I’m left feeling dazed.
How does she know I don’t have one?
Then I remember what she said to me at the bar earlier.I don’t think I want to know how you fell into this world.
Of course. Nova Rodriguez is cartel royalty. She knows how these men operate. And despite the kissing and the hand-holding and the dancing in the rain, she can tell I’m not in Lorcan Quinn’s life willingly.
I look up at my captor, watching as he runs a hand through his soaking hair and grins at whatever Miguel is saying.
She can tell that a man like Lorcan Quinn wouldn’t see me as his equal. Only ever a possession, never an equal.
But when Lorcan turns to me and pins me with his smoldering stare, the lump in my throat disappears and the heat spreads to my pussy. With only that one look, Lorcan does what he always does.
Makes me forget and forgive.
We can’t keep our hands off each other in the privacy of the Rolls Royce. Under the twinkling star ceiling, Lorcan’s lips burn the damp skin between my chin and collarbone, kissing, nibbling, and sucking until the goosebumps and the ragged breathing are too much for me to bear. He’s as surprised as I am when I gather up the fabric of my dress and slide on top of him. “Mm, my little China Doll can’t wait until we get home.” He growls, grabbing my ass and pushing me down onto the bulge in his suit pants.
The truth slips from my lips, breathless and desperate. “No,” I say firmly, framing his beard with my hands. “I can’t.”
The grumble that comes from deep in Lorcan’s chest is animalistic. As wolf-like as his eyes. With one hand, he lifts my ass up enough to slide off my panties—wet from more than just the rainfall. I desperately tug at his zipper; I don’t need to be prepped or relaxed with a tongue or well-intentioned fingers, I’m desperate to feel his cock slide inside me.
His dick throbs in my hand, warm, hard and tempting. I can’t resist running my thumb over his glistening bell-end and lifting it to my mouth to taste his longing for me. “Fuck, China Doll,” he groans, throwing his head back to reveal the thick trunk of his neck. When he looks back at me, the fire in his eyes is deadly. “Put me inside of you,now.” Needing to hear him call me good girl, I move only enough to slide his cock into the wet folds of my slit, over my clit and into my aching hole. We groan in unison as I lower myself onto his shaft, my pussy clenching around it. He doesn’t wait for me to ride his dick. Instead, he grips my ass cheeks and lifts me up and down, up and down, slamming me down harder and harder with every thrust. “Take it like a good girl,” he demands, in that low and rough voice that sets every nerve ending in my body on fire.
With every thrust, I’m taking more of his cock, rocking myself against the fabric of his suit, my hands desperately clawing around his neck. When my body starts to tremble, Lorcan lifts me off of him pushing me towards the roof of the car.
“What the—”
“I want to taste you,” he growls, sliding down so that when he pulls me back down, I land on his face. “I need to taste your sweet cum, China Doll.”
