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He knew his words were harsh and unkind, but it was his way of giving her an out. And maybe a part of him wanted her to be insulted enough that she kicked him in the ass and walked out the door.

She didn’t.

Vivian Bridgestone reached for him instead. She tugged on his zipper, and just like that, Dallas crossed the line.

What in the actual fuck.

Chapter Eleven

Vivian had taken the train to Crazyville.

No, that was wrong. She was so far past Crazyville, she should be committed. What the hell was she doing?

She stared down at her hand on Dallas’s fly, the red tips of her fingers dug into his denim. Then over to his hands, which were clenched at his sides. His breaths were as ragged as hers, and the bulge in his jeans told her all she needed to know.

Dallas Henhawk wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Her legs were like wet noodles, and sweat broke out across her skin, which in turn made her shiver. And that was strange because she was hot. So damn hot.

“You changing your mind before we even start?” His voice was rough and low, just the way she liked it.

She glanced up at him. God, he was beautiful. His deep blue eyes glittered, and his nostrils flared. She wet her lips, which wasn’t easy to do considering her mouth had gone dry. She would regret this.

But the thing about regret is that it never bites you in the ass in the moment. It sneaks in later, when a person is weak and drunk off the thing that inspired the regret in the first place. Regret loved the weak, because the weak always gave in.

And Vivian was definitely giving in.

She moved closer and slid her hand inside his jeans. He was big and hard, and slowly, she began to massage him. He strained against her and growled low in his throat. Like an animal. Her animal.

“Damn, Viv. You keep that up and I’m going to blow before we get a chance to do anything good.”

“I have faith in you.”

He hissed when she opened up his zipper and took out his cock. She found that area under the tip that drove him mad, and used her forefinger to excite him more than he already was, as she stood on her tiptoes and pulled his head down with her other hand.

Before she gave him her mouth, she took the time to appreciate the beautiful man that he was. His eyes, normally a vibrant blue, shone with a darker light tonight, the thick lashes a foil that made them stand out. His bone structure was perfect, even with a nose that had been broken more than once. It gave him a rakish look that only he could carry.

Slowly, she slid her mouth over his, sensing that he was still on the fence about what they were doing. Gently, she kissed him, smiling when she felt his cock twitch, then she deepened the kiss, groaning into him when his hands sank into her hair to hold her in place.

His tongue was savage, tasting the whole of her, while his hips began to gyrate slowly, pushing his hardness against her.

The kiss was unlike any she’d ever had. It was like visiting an old friend who was angry and hot and demanding and a bit aloof. It lasted so long that her head began to swim, and she pulled back, out of breath and so damn horny, she squeezed her thighs together in order to deal with it.

“Last chance, Duchess.”

Vivian stilled as the endearment fell from his lips. Duchess. His pet name for her back when she mattered. Such yearning welled up inside her that, for a moment, she was confused. Unsettled. Vivian wanted to matter again. To this man. And that was against his rule.

She looked up at him, in her mind knowing she was about to have a hand in the breaking apart of her life for the second time. And yet, she couldn’t seem to help herself. She was already too far in, and as another wave of desire rolled over, she decided that being weak would lead to paradise.

If only briefly.

She stepped back and reached for her dress, slowly unbuttoning the bodice until she had enough room to slip it down over her hips. It pooled around her feet, so she kicked it aside. Braless, Vivian stood before Dallas in nothing but a small black thong and cowboy boots.

The feral look in his eyes fed her power. She ran her fingers over her pebbled nipples, smiling wickedly when he groaned and kicked off his boots and then tossed his jeans. Dallas was commando, had never seen the need for boxers, and he strode over to her with purpose. He reached for her thong and slid it down her body, then grabbed her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He proceeded to kiss the ever-loving daylights out of her.

Dallas used his tongue in ways that should be illegal, the kiss all but taking her breath away. She gasped when his mouth slid down her throat, suckling and biting softly, before he claimed her breast and clamped down on her nipple. The sensation was exquisite, almost painful, each pull felt deep in her belly, then shooting straight between her legs.

She whimpered, so wet and ready, and began to move her hips as the need continued to build.