Page 89 of Satan's Spawn
The room is empty from what I can see, not a trace of Satan’s spawn or the Ice Queen, but I still give it a minute before pushing the door wide open.
With a clearing of my throat, I rise to my feet and tip toe out of the closet. Not that it would add to my stealth because I’m walking on a carpet.
Dumb ass.
“Going somewhere?” Crayton’s rough voice shoots out from my right, making me jump and scream as I turn.
“What the hell, man? You scared the shit out of me!”
He taps at his phone with his shoulder against the wall. Which means the jerk was standing behind the door the whole time.
“Did you enjoy the show?” He still doesn’t look at me.
The realization hits me all at once. Crayton knows I was hiding in this closet, he also knows I was listening to him and Alexis go to pound town. Which means he mayalsoknow what I was doing to myself as I listened.
Fuckity, fucking fuck.
My mouth opens and closes like a fish before I stutter, “I-I didn’t hear anything.”
Smooth, Bex. Real smooth.
“Oh, but I did.” Crayton eats up the distance between us, the confidence in his stride suffocating whatever’s left of mine. “Wanna know what I heard?” He asks when he reaches me.
Oh, God. Out of all the potential scenarios that take place in this room, none of them end well for me by answering “yes” to this question.
But here I am, forever the walking contradiction to common sense.
“Yes.”
Crayton seems impressed by my candor, even as he lunges for my wrist and yanks my hand up to his nose. I fumble forward, knocking into his hard chest, the same way I did the first time we met.
“I can still smell your arousal on your fingers.” He inhales deeply. “Fuck. You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you, Little Ghost?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
My hand is shoved into my face this time, and without question I can smell the earthy scent of my female essence. “You still want to try and deny it?”
Until I die.
“You should be a lot more worried about what Alexis may or may not deny after what you did to her.”
This has an evil chuckle exposing one of his peculiar canine teeth, all while he runs the tip of my finger across my bottom lip. “Alexis is…not like other girls.”
Yeah, because she’s a witch.
I don’t say that, mainly because I can taste myself on my finger and I’m trying not to make my feelings about it noticeable.
I rear my head back, not because I don’t like the taste, I’ve done this before, it’s because I’m afraid of what will happen if Crayton knows how much I do.
“Whatever. I’m not gonna go around boasting about your BDSM lifestyle, so don’t worry about it.”
“Did I give you the impression I was?” He raises a thick groomed eyebrow. “Let me clarify then.” Crayton releases me and shoves the phone into his back pocket. “I’m not worried about what you will or won’t say because you’re the type of person to see around corners, where I’m the type who gets the bird’s eye view.”
I’d take Riggs’s stupid metaphors over Crayton’s ominous ones any day.
“What were you doing with your phone?”
“I’m afraid that information is alsoover your head.”
