Page 61 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
"He showed up after I evaded him at the end of the first day of filming. Kai was trying to scare him off by telling him about magic."
"Clearly that didn't work. So, what? You're fucking around with both of them?"
"And you," I mutter under my breath, not expecting him to hear it.
"That was a one time thing, Porter."
Cocking a brow, I jut my hip out and cross my arms defiantly.
"Who said I wanted it again? You were the one moaning my name if I remember correctly."
"Temporarily lapse of judgement," he growls. I snicker, but when he snatches up my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, my callous laughter is silenced. "Let's not forget that you choked on both your words and my cock, Princess."
"Don't act like you didn't love it," I challenge, my body tingling with his lips only a breath away. My traitorous body wants—craves—more of him while my brain screams to turn and walk away with the final word.
"Maybe, maybe not, but that doesn't change the fact it was a one time thing."
Well we'll just see about that, now won’t we?
Smirking, I grab hold of his shirt and tug him forward. Our lips crash together and just like I expected, his response is fiery and possessive as he kisses me.
"I think I've proven my point," I whisper against his lips. He growls, releasing me and stepping back with a look of disgust on his face, but he doesn’t fool me.
I see the desire swirling in his gaze and I definitely see the bulge trapped behind his jeans.
"Do whatever the fuck you want with those two, but I'm not a toy for you to play with, Porter."
"Excuse the fuck out of you." I finally lose my composure with his statement as he starts walking away again. My harsh tone catches him by surprise and he whips around to face me once more. "I'm not playing with anyone. We're all adults who can make our own choices, and those two chose to stay because they don't see me as something beneath them."
My unspoken 'unlike you' is obvious.
At least, I hope it is.
"I'm still pretty sure it's against show policies to be fucking anyone on the staff," Bellamy murmurs icily.
"You're seriously going to take the cheap way out? You don't want to finish our feud and see just who's the better witch?" I challenge, hoping he'll take the bait.
Otherwise I’m going to have to beg and I really don’t want to do that.
Unless it’s for him to make me come, but that's a totally different scenario.
Bellamy doesn't say anything for a while, the two of us eyeing each other in a tender truce. My body continues to react to his possessive gaze as it runs up and down me, but I force my face to stay flat.
Grimoire fir,st then I can focus on trying to get another round of angry hate fucking from him.
Perfect plan, nothing at all could go wrong.
...right?
"Only if you swear to keep the final trial fair with no magic," he finally says. I nod, holding out my hand for him to shake.
"I swear I'll keep it even as long as you do," I offer. He doesn't take my hand immediately, but after a long pause where I start to question if he'd go back on his bargain, his calloused fingers wrap around my palm.
"All right, Princess, you have a deal. Let the best witch win."
And that witch is going to be me or my name isn't Evanora Ursula Porter.
Slinking back into the house, I notice my Gram's car is missing from the drive meaning I don't have to explain myself to her.
