Slim fucking chance of that now I’m knuckle-deep.
“He’s not playing me.”
“How confident are you? Really?”
“He’s not,” she states forcefully. I almost believe her. Almost.
“And then there’s me. My little seductress has no idea that I’ve been walking around with a hard-on for her for years.”
Releasing her hip, I collar her throat, pushing her back farther. One of her legs lifts, wrapping around my waist, giving me better access to her.
“Nikolas,” she cries, her eyes widening as her voice hits her ears as if she didn’t mean to let it free.
“Oh, Angel. You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”
“Y-you need to leave. You need to leave and never look back.”
“We both know that I’m not going to do that, don’t we? I’ve tasted you now. I’m going nowhere.”
“What if I want Alex? Ant?”
“Want them all you like. Fuck them if you have to. Just know that you’re mine. Every single inch of you belongs to me, and every time you go anywhere near them, they’re one step closer to death. I’ll only let you play around for so long, Angel, before I reclaim what was always meant to be mine.”
“You’re delusional.”
“I’m a lot of fucking things, Angel. But deluded isn’t one other them.”