Page 23 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Open your fucking mouth,” I tell him low. His eyelids drop to half-mast. Inhaling the scent of his cologne and marijuana, I dive in. Slamming his mouth with mine, holding him around the back of his neck hard enough my short nail imprints will be left behind.

He opens.

God, does he open and I fall into a kiss so hot it turns me blind.

When his tongue strikes with mine, the little burning in my stomach is now a full explosion of need.

For a straight guy, he isn’t shy about sucking hell out of my tongue and sending fireworks all over my body. His mouth is skilled, the best kiss I’ve ever had. When it’s over, it happens unexpectedly with a shove to my chest. And he steps back so I have to let go of his hair where my fingers have tunneled through it.

He’s breathing as hard as I am, staring at me. Staring at my mouth. I lick his taste.

Eyes flare. “Fuck,” he hisses. That same regret hits his face. I don’t give him a chance to throw out how it meant nothing. Or how he is so, so,sofucking straight, that it was an accident how he fell into the queer.

Yeah, right. Whatever.

“I mean what I said. You don’t fuck with my family. You don’t want your army of friends to know you go queer for me, do you?”

Wrong.

Thing.

To.

Say.

Sage.

Fucking hell. The push to my chest feels like I’ve been hit with an entire mountain. I wheeze when he gets in my face again.

“You little cocksucker.”

“You wish I would.” Pain pours through my ribs, he’s got the strength of five wrestlers.

My head falls back, his mouth is right there and I’m tempted to take it again to prove him wrong. He’s so hard in his jeans, the outline is clear, and I bet he has to jerk off or use a party girl.

The thought of that turns my stomach to acid, and I push him back.

I don’t want to think of him screwing anyone else, least of all with the erectionI made. That supercock is mine.

“Go back to your party, Maverick. Drape yourself in chicks, laugh with your boys. It doesn’t change the fact you’ll feel my tongue in your mouth no matter who you fuck tonight.”

I feel good getting the last word and walking away.

I don’t want to be tormented by him anymore.

Not even if his kisses send me into orbit.

He makes my body come alive as though I haven’t felt sexually aware, ever.

He’s still the enemy and the guy who loves to hate me.

My hands shake, and my skin tingles as I walk away from him. Well aware of how he watches me.

It’s only when I slide into my car I exhale.

“Oh, my god Sage,” Raene says, scaring the skin off me.

I’d forgotten she was there.

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