“God, you’re an asshole.”
“I’ve been told.”
I’m sure he has, by Lucky if no one else.
“But you hate me.”
“I would sooner hate my own heart for beating.”
I brace my hand on the balustrade while my understanding of him shifts and changes like sand in a storm, rearranging itself to fit the man in front of me, the one gazing down with open interest.
“What does that even mean?”
Sterling cups my cheek.“Let me show you.”
Lucky appears, sliding in behind me, and I look up, expecting Sterling’s mask to return, but it’s not there.No, there’s only heat in his eyes.For me.For Lucky.It’s lightning in my veins.
I know Lucky feels it, too, because his voice has the same gritty edge it gets when we fuck.“You know there’s a party going on,” he says.“But I can see it’s much more interesting out here.”
“It is,” Sterling agrees.“But I think it’s time we took Mia home.”
“Great idea.”Lucky slips his arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him.His breath is hot against my skin.“How about it, love?Is that what you want?”
“You know what I want.”
He hums.“Yes, but I think Mac here should hear it.”
Sterling’s eyes are blown black.“Tell me, Mia.”His shoe knocks against my heel as he presses himself closer.“Be good for me.”
I crush my eyes closed.It’s all too much, and I don’t want to wake up yet.
Someone’s thumb—must be Sterling’s—slides along my jaw, tilting my head up.I let the words escape, ready to see where tonight will lead.Ready to follow anywhere they want to go.
It should split my heart in two, wanting them both, each calling to a separate side of me, but it’s the opposite.A fusion of every part of me, light and dark and everything in between.Like opening a door and discovering a room I never knew existed.Like magic.
“Take me home,” I say.
* * *
They’re perfect together.
yes!now show me the epilogue(go to 90)
go back(go to 41)
Sterling’s hand curls around mine.“There’s no time.If you really want to know about him, we must hide.”
I go to reenter my room, but Sterling stops me.
“They’ll look there first.Come.”
We run down the hall and take the closest room, which is usually an unattended guest room, but it’s, unfortunately, not unattended.It’s empty, but there are trunks and fine clothes about, making it clear whose room it is.
“It must be Prince Lachlan’s room.”
“I …” Sterling stands frozen in place.“We shouldn’t be here.”
It’s my turn to stop him.“You promised.Now tell me what is going on.”
