Page 107 of Broken Saint

The songs continue, the other people around us keep dancing, but I don’t notice any of it.

It’s him.

It’s always been him, and I’m pretty sure it always will be.

“I need you, Bombshell. I’m so fucking hard. I need to be inside your tight little pussy and feel you coming all over me.”

“Colt,” I gasp, already riding the edge from him grinding up against me. “Yes,” I agree. “Take me home.” I wanted it to be a demand, but I’m pretty sure it just sounds like begging.

His fingers clench my ass, his need for me growing as unignorable as mine for him.

“Can’t wait that long,” he groans as if he’s in physical pain.

Before I know what’s happening, we’re moving.

“Colt,” I cry, desperately trying to keep up with him in my heels as he drags me along behind him.

“No, we can’t—” But my words are cut off as the door he was heading for with “staff only” written across the front opens for him and we stumble into the dimly lit space beyond.

“Oh, wow,” I breathe, finding a wall of windows in front of me that overlooks the main dance floor below.

There’s a bang and a click behind me, but I’m too enthralled with watching the bodies moving beneath me to focus on it.

I startle when Colt’s hand lands on my waist and the heat of his body burns down my front.

“Right here, right now, Ella.”

It takes me a few seconds to decipher his words, but the second he drags the straps of my dress down my arms, exposing my breasts to everyone beyond the glass, I get a damn good idea of what he’s talking about.

The need to argue burns through me, but then the warmth of his hands cup me, and I’m gone.

Lost to the power that Colton Rogers has over my body.

Screw the rest of the world.

The things that happen when we’re together are more important.

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Colt pinches my nipples, and my head falls back against his shoulder.

“Look at you,” he muses before kissing down my throat. “So fucking sexy.”

“Colt,” I moan, my entire body tingling with need.

Right now, I feel like her again.

I feel like the wild girl he first met. And it’s addictive as hell.

“Imagine how you look to all of them down there,” he groans, his voice deep and desperate.

My eyes fly open at his words and my gaze locks on the crowd. Not a single one of them is looking up here; they’re all too lost in their own worlds.

But they could.

And if they did…