Page 177 of Satan's Spawn
I drop my bag and explore his broad shoulders, squeezing the muscles under his unbuttoned jacket.
“Mhmmm…” More zings hit my core when I touch his chest, finding tight muscles under his dress shirt.
“Feel something you like?” Felix’s breath is heavy, suggestive.
My cheeks flush because of it, and when I glance up at him his smile is filled with hunger and lust.
“I never realized how built your muscles are.” I swallow.
“That’s because you’ve been too busy focusing onhis.”
There’s something about the way he says “his” that has me flinching, and when I look at Felix again his smile distorts into a mix of blurry parts. Making it look a lot more menacing, when I know it shouldn’t.
Regardless, my insides are still so warm and eager for him, even though I never felt this way for Felix before.
“I…” My breath is shallow as I try to keep it together. “I think something’s wrong with me.”
My legs turn to air beneath me and I drop to the ground with a thud.
“I couldn’t agree more, Rebecca.” A cruel voice grits out, so unfamiliar to Felix’s, but I’m pretty sure it’s his.
“What’s wrong with me?” I blink slowly, running a palm up his leg, feeling the zap of electricity between us.
I’ve never felt this way for any guy besides Crayton, and my foggy brain can’t fathom why I do now.
Flutters between my legs have me moaning again as he runs a callous thumb across my lips.
“I’ve been trying to figure that out this whole time. Something must be wrong for you to choose that psychopath over me.” His laugh is maniacal, no longer charming. “Over me?!”
“Felix…” I whimper as he yanks my hair, fisting it in his hand.
“You’re pulling my hair,” I breathe, not feeling the harsh tug but still kinda liking it.
He forces my head back. “It’ll get worse than that bitch, trust me.”
“Wha…?” I sigh lazily, still not feeling any pain, even though somewhere deep inside me knows I should.
All that’s swimming inside me is a deep carnal need and unexplained bliss—and thewantfor Felix to feed all of it.
“I tried to play nice.” The cruel voice makes a sound with his tongue, hoisting me roughly to my knees.
Still no pain, or fear as I look up at this monster I don’t recognize.
I know he’s mean.
I know he’s bad.
I know he wants to harm me.
What I don’t know is why I want him to.
A voice inside my head is screaming for me to pull it together, and for a second I think it’s Dad.
He always knew when I was about to get myself hurt.
Am I about to get hurt?
I try to lift myself to stand, but my limbs feel like Jell-O.
