I needed to get close, but I’ve gotten closer than I could have ever imagined.
He’s the dark prince of this town and the man in charge. What he says goes, and I know that only too well.
I couldn’t let him know it was me. If I was going to get close I had to gain his confidence. So I became a woman, darkly beautiful and enticing. I tempted and teased him but I went too far.
He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know any of my secrets. He doesn’t know who I am to him or what he did to me to give me the motivation to ruin him. He doesn’t know the lengths I’d go to make his life a living hell.
Because I’ve got history here and history with him. I know what he’s capable of and I know that I should have been more careful. But when he’s this close to me it’s hard to think straight. When he sets his sights on dragging me into his bed I can only submit.
It’s this new body of mine. It’s everything that it can feel and everything that it craves. It’s the touch of a man on my soft skin and the swells of passion that drive me into his arms.
The arms of the last man I should want or trust. A man with relentless appetites and a willingness to break me. A man who wants to see me bend, see me submit. Who wants to push me to my limits and so far past them .
He is not a good man.
But he just might make me his bad girl.
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“I don’t know what your game is,” he says, “One minute you’re a deer in the headlights and the next you’re pushing back like you’ve got a real backbone. You talk like you want me to drag you into bed but then you suck cock like you’re a virgin on prom night. You are a mystery of inconsistencies. I can’t puzzle you out.”
“But isn’t that so much fun,” I tease as I cross and move over to him, “If I was easy to figure out I’d be like any other girl you can pick up in this town. At least I’m something new, and you have to admit you like that. I’m hard to suss out, difficult to understand, and easy only in the ways that fucking matter which is exclusively centered around getting me into your bed.
“Face it, baby. You’re fascinated by little old me.”
He cocks an eyebrow and we’re close enough that he could grab me and toss me into his bed if he wants and fuck I want it. I want to feel him hard on me. I want him to be unrelenting.
“Still doesn’t answer why you’re here again tonight,” he points out.
“This town is boring,” I say bluntly.
“Then fucking leave,” he says, “Near as I can tell you’ve got nothing tying you down here except antagonizing me.”
“You love it,” I laugh.
“Why are you back,” he states his point again, “Tell me.”
And for the first time, maybe, I’m honest with him.
“I’m hot,” I say, “You said it yourself. And you got hard as a rock just at the idea of me on my knees for you. You had your chance last night to have every last inch of me and yet you just used my mouth and kicked me out. You didn’t even see what I have all wrapped up beneath these clothes.”
“I got off,” he shrugs, “Why would I want to keep you around after that?”
“Oh, so you’re a one-pump chump then?” I poke and needle him, “Is that it?”
He laughs mirthlessly, “I think I pumped more than once when I was fucking your face.”
“Point to you,” I concede, moving in and closing the gap as I continue to talk, “But if you had the chance why not go for gold? If you could have all of me, why settle for just my mouth.”
“I told you last night,” he growls, “I just wanted to shut you up.”
“And you managed that for a time yet here I am still talking. So what do you say we try again? Maybe this time you can make me scream so loud I’ll lose my voice.”