“N-no. We did homework.”
“Is that right? From what I heard, he got close enough to you to see these,” I say, circling my tongue around one of the hickeys I left on her throat. “He wants you.”
“Yeah,” she agrees. “I think I might go for it with him, too.”
“Twins and an Italian. I think I like this side of our sweet little Calli.”
Dropping one hand down her body, I tuck my fingers into the waistband of her trousers.
“Daemon,” she moans, bucking back against me.
If she wanted to fight me right now, she could. It doesn’t escape my attention that her arms are hanging limply at her sides as I take my time exploring her body.
“Tell me about this fantasy then, Angel. You want Alex and me at the same time? We could, you know. We’ve done it before.”
All the air rushes out of her lungs at my confession.
I’m not surprised it shocks her. As far as anyone knows, I’m not very good at group activities. But things with Alex are different. We’ve shared everything from the day we were conceived. Just because we don’t hang out together with the others all that often, it doesn’t mean that we’re not still close. That we don’t like sharing.
“No,” she admits. “I’ll just take him. You can watch from the sidelines, if you want.“
She shrieks when I spin us, pushing her back against her kitchen counter and forcing her to lean back over it.
“You’re funny,” I breathe, getting so close to her that my nose almost brushes hers.“Careful, Angel. You’ve chosen the wrong person to play this game with.”
“I didn’t choose to do anything with you, in case you’ve forgotten,” she snaps. “If I knew it was you on Halloween then…”
“Then what, beautiful? You wouldn’t have let me eat you until you were coming all over my face?”
“No. I’d have run in the opposite fucking direction. You’re the devil, Nikolas, and I have no intention of dancing with you.”
A growl rumbles in my throat at her use of my name. I should hate it. I do when it rolls off anyone else’s tongue. But everything about her is different.
“You’re a beautiful liar, Angel. You might not have known the truth, but you wouldn’t have turned me away that night. Especially when I got down here.”
I push my hand inside her trousers once more, cupping her pussy.
“This was made for me. And only me. It’s why that Italian fuck hasn’t had a taste. He knows it belongs to someone else. Someone who’s just waiting to blow his fucking brains out.”
“W-why didn’t y-you?” she stutters when I press my finger between her folds, grinding against her clit.
“Now isn’t that the million-dollar question,” I mutter. “Maybe I just like picking you up after he’s failed to make you scream. Tell me, Angel. Did he just come over here tonight to tuck you into bed and cuddle? “
“Fuck you. It’s n-none of your business why he was here tonight.”
“So,” I say, dipping lower and pushing two fingers inside her. My mouth waters as her heat and juices cover my fingers. “You started with Alex, driving him crazy and leaving him with blue balls, from what I can understand. Then you moved on to your little Italian friend, and now you’re here with me—the devil—with my fingers buried in your cunt. You’re not the innocent little princess everyone has you pegged as, are you, Angel? You’re a fucking tease.”
“No, Alex is my friend.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Is that the line he’s spun you? He wants in here, Angel. You’re forbidden, and he wants a taste of that fruit to find out if it’s as sweet as he believes.”
“You’re wrong. He cares,” she argues.
“And Antonio. Does he care, too? Or is he playing you? Is he only hanging around because he has no choice? Is he saying all the right words, making you fall, making you believe every single word he says when actually, he’s making you his snake?”
“No,” she cries as I curl my fingers deeper.
One of her hands lands on my shoulder while the other wraps around my forearm as if she’s about to drag me from her body.