“And what does that say about you? You think you’re making such a massive political statement by spray-painting your little murals around Tiffany’s, but if you gave a shit, you’d know that the biggest philanthropist in the city just died, and with him, his cash flow. I’m supporting my mother through a breakdown, so forgive me if I don’t have time for your stereotypes about my life.”

I shot to my feet, red splashes of wine covering my hand as I invaded her space, lust-fueled frustration lacing my veins. “You think you’ve got it all figured out, Devlynn? You think that man told you everything?”

I set the glass at my side, caging her in the broad span of my arms until my nose was only a breadth from hers, our breaths heaving as we shared air and intense gazes.

Her chest rose with breathless pants, and her eyes finally averted. I caught her chin in my fingers and forced her lips to meet mine. The kiss was a combustible force of everything toxic, compiled with hate, frustration, longing, and misery. I hated everything she stood for, but I also craved her like a hit of the most expensive designer drug.

“You drive me fucking insane, Devlynn Price. All I can think about since seeing you again is fucking you up against that same balcony window where you look down at the peasants below. Every soft inch of you calls out to me, begs for my hands, those sexy lips begging to suck my cock dry. And as much as I want to fuck you so hard that you forget your damn name, nothing has changed from five years ago. The reason we broke up is still there, glaring at us like a neon sign.”

I passed my nose up the length of her neck, enjoying the tremor that erupted inside her. Her nipples pebbled, and the soft hum of her heartbeat thrummed like a hummingbird under her throat. I darted the tip of my tongue out, trailing up the contours of her neck before dancing one fingertip in tiny circles around the faint outline of her nipple.

“Those eyes say yes to everything I want, Devlynn, but I can’t be trusted to be gentle with you anymore. I don’t want to make love to you, Dev. I want to fuck you hard, raw, and fast. I want to make you beg to be my slut. To be in control, to hurt you, Devlynn. To ruin you in ways a good girl like you shouldn’t be ruined. A toy for me to fuck at my leisure, to use and abuse. But I don’t want to make a habit of fucking broken dolls, and that’s all you’ll ever be.”

I stood, fists clenched at my sides as I left her stunned on her pristine designer sofa, my kiss haunting her lips.

Chapter 6

Devlynn