Page 165 of Pucking Them
Her body is hot, soft, and mine, as much as mine is hers.
My cock hardens, trapped in my tight jeans. My balls ache.
Robyn reaches up, tracing her hand along the silky material of my shirt’s sleeve.
We’re both panting.
Finally, I pull back. “It will be the best birthday present I’ve ever received.”
“Good.” Robyn keeps my gaze, before dipping her head and kissing down my jaw and throat.
I shudder. “Bloody hell, love.”
Robyn reaches the base of my throat and kisses deliberately around my neck. She’s kissing the outline of the collar that she intends to place around my throat.
My eyelashes flutter. I claw the wall. I can’t stop myself humping against Robyn.
She’s killing me.
I hope that she never stops.
Robyn peeks up at me through her eyelashes. “We are designing a one-off day collar for you. It will be unique and special. Just for you. No one will know what it means when you’re in public,but we will. It’s what you deserve.”
My throat is tight.
Don’t cry.
But my eyes are burning.
What I deserve?
No one else thinks that.
My biological parents didn’t believe that I deserved to be told that they were abandoning me on a windswept beach or to keep their promises to me.
What did I deserve, according to almost every woman in my life?
To be rejected. Abused. Degraded.
“Did I say something wrong?” Robyn has drawn back.
She is studying me with concern.
I shake my head. “You’ve said everything right. I’m just getting used to the idea that someone would believe that I’m worth…”
I gesture at her and then around at the observatory.
How am I this lucky?
Eden used to clean houses like this mansion. My adoptive parents’ entire house in Guildford would fit in the lounge downstairs. In the nights that I can’t sleep, I sometimes wanderthrough the vast, empty rooms by myself, unable to stop wondering whether my entire life in America is the dream, and one day, I will wake up.
To my shock, Robyn grabs my collar. “You’reworthas much as anyone in this family. Whose ass do I need to kick who made you feel that you’re not?”
My lips quirk. “Can I tell you how much your badass vibes are turning me on? Also, it’s a long list.”
Robyn wrinkles her nose, which wrecks her badass look and turns her more adorable.
Is there such a thing as an adorable assassin?
