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She breaks the kiss, gasping for air.

My mouth drops to her throat where I feel her pulse pumping erratically. She’s just as worked up as me.

“You’re drunk,” she says, voice wrecked, almost broken.

“No. Not really,” I growl, moving my forehead so it presses against hers.

Our lips connect again, and we drown in each other. I’m so desperate to taste every inch of her, to finally know what it’s like to have her, this wild queen of the damned.

I’m about to slide her singlet straps down over her arms to expose her beautiful, full tits when she stills, breaking the kiss and shaking her head. Her hands flatten on my chest, and she shoves me away from her.

Hard.

The moment shatters into a thousand little pieces.

My jaw hangs open, palms facing up like maybe I’d hurt her?

“No.” Her words are cold, final, and devastating. “We shouldn’t do this.”

She reaches around me, grabs her bag off the floor, and disappears into her bedroom, the slam of the door like a gunshot.

I’m left standing in the partial darkness, panting like a fucking animal, fists clenched, cock hard.

What the fuck?

Chapter 32

Raine

“You know, for someone who acts like she doesn’t give a fuck about anything, you sure had a moment last night.” Cherry’s perched on the arm of a velvet chair, swinging her legs like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

I glance at her in the mirror of the dressing room. Our shift is about to start.

“What do you mean?” I ask, reapplying lipstick.

“The tattooed guy from last night, built like a Viking? Lukas? He couldn’t stop staring at you. And not like a normal, pervy way. More like a ‘I’m obsessed with you and want to fuck you until sunrise’ type of way.”

I keep my face neutral, but my heart skips and flips and backflips.

Soren.

I’ve replayed what happened in the early hours of this morning over and over again.

God, his mouth, his wandering hands. The way he kissed me. Like I was oxygen and he’d been starved of it for years. I’ve never been kissed like that. Not with such need, not with that raw, almost violent kind of want. I close my eyes, and I can still feel him; his fingers in my hair, his mouth dragging down my neck, the iron bar of his body pinning me to the door.

No one’s ever needed me like that.

Not for me. Not for Raine.

It’s always been the job. The act. The mission. The illusion of whoever I’m pretending to be. I’ve been a dozen women with a dozen names. I’ve used my body as a weapon, a bargaining chip, a shield. Men have stared, touched, fucked, but it was always about who I was pretending to be; never about me.

But with him? There’s nothing to hide behind. It’s just me. And that’s terrifying.

Because I want him. And I’m not supposed to want anyone.

“I got stuck with the Senator,” Cherry continues, rolling her eyes. “So boring. But Lukas? Hot, tattooed, rich … God, girl. Jackpot.”

I laugh softly, because what else is left for me to do?