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She cups my cheeks with her palms, rubbing her nose against mine. “Keep going.”

“When you came to the home, everything changed. I hadn’t spoken in a few years and all the sudden, I had this beautiful girl I wanted to talk to, but I couldn’t. I went so long without speaking, I thought I’d lost the ability until the night I left. I needed you to know you mattered to me.” Tears form in her eyes, and it splits me open. “You’re the only one who ever mattered.”

“I always wanted to hear your voice and when I finally got my wish, you left.” She sniffles and I kiss the tip of her nose.

“I never left you, Nova. I’ve always been here. Besides, it’s hard to get a word in around you.”

She levels me with a death glare. “Asshole.”

My cock twitches beneath her and her breath hitches. She wiggles her hips, and I grip them tightly to hold her in place. “I want nothing more than to sink my cock inside you, but not now.”

Her jaw drops. “Why?”

“I want to take my time with you, but I have some business to attend to tonight.”

“Oh.” She whispers, casting her eyes down.

I grip her chin, pulling her gaze back to me. “Don’t touch this pussy after I leave. It belongs to me.”

Chapter Eight

Nova

“I’m sorry, what?” Lacey grits out and I grip her bicep, leading her into the kitchen.

“Keep your voice down. I don’t need everyone knowing my business.”

“Hold on. You mean to tell me Devil is your friend from the past and now you two are together?”

“Yes. I normally don’t share my personal life with people, but I want you to stop acting like he’s some kind of psycho.” I pin her with a glare, emphasizing I won’t put up with her being a bitch about Colt anymore.

“They call him Devil for a reason, Nova. I told you to stay away from him. He’s a walking fucking nightmare. Why can’t you understand that? The rumors are true. Hell won’t have him for the shit he’s done.” The passion in her voice has me curious why she hates him so much. You’d think he personally attacked her.

It pisses me off.

“He’s my fucking Devil, so cut the shit. Don’t be an asshole to him, Lacey. I’m not fucking around with you.” I spit out and she takes a step back, raising her hands in surrender.

“Okay, Nova. Calm down.”

I glare at her once more, clenching my jaw before exiting the kitchen and heading back to the bar.

Colt is sitting on a stool, a shit eating grin on his face.

“What are you smiling at?” I snarl and he crooks his finger.

Rolling my eyes, I stand in front of him, and he leans across the bar, whispering into my ear. “Hearing you claim me makes me so fucking hard, little demon.”

My face flames at his words and all I want to do is jump over the wooden countertop and let him fuck me senseless.

Lacey chooses this moment to slither through the door, eyeing me warily. She looks at Colt and I imagine bouncing her face off the bar if she says one word to him.

“Hi, Colt.” She greets with a tremble in her voice.

“Lacey.” He nods.

She moves along quietly, checking on her tables and I feel my blood pressure returning to normal.

“I want to see your mean side. You scared the shit out of her.” He chuckles and I grin.

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