Page 5 of The Tenth Circle
A note of dark hair, chiseled clean jaw, and the same shiteating grin peeking through the light from the far window.
“What were you doing back here watching me?” he asks, pushing a random cart in front of me when I try to leave again.
“I was notwatchingyou,” I shoot out, which is countered by a derisive, “uh-huh.”
Ugh.
“Okay, fine, I was. But not because I wanted to. I was over by the window smoking a cigarette in peace when I heard the Grey sisters going to town on…” I gesture to where I can only assume the rest of his lower body is. “Well…all of you.”
“She smokes cigarettes,” he says in a playful “watch out now” notion. It isn’t until curious eyes dip to my legs that I realize I’ve got a bit of sunlight on me also. “Her jeans are worn at the knees too.”
I quickly step back into the comfort of darkness.
The comment is meant to be mocking but feels more like a friendly jab.
I’d like to friendly jab his pretty face.
“That lame joke tells me your lips are worn out from all the sucking. You should consider retiring them.”
His comeback this time is swift. Harsh. Cold. The ice in it sharp enough to cut through bone.
“I could say the same about those fucking jeans.”
The breakneck speed of his mood shift comes way too natural for it to be a random response to insult. It sweeps through me like a chill, leaving prickles on my skin.
Fear grips me for a moment, which is odd since I, in all my self-preservation, have not felt scared being locked in a dark room with this guy until now.
Still, fuck him.
Which is exactly what my middle finger is saying before I shove the cart he blocked me with out of the way, hitting his thigh.
The wall of a man doesn’t move, though.
In fact, he doesn’t even flinch.
Another reason to keep my identity as hidden as possible, get the fuck out of here, and far away from this crazy man.
“I never got your name.” The playfulness returns when I manage to pass without falling.
“Yeah? And you never will.”
“Well, in that case at least let me get a good look at you.”
It’ll be a cold day in Hell before I let him see me now. Mainly because I can’t promise myself that theotherhim won’t be the one who kills me.
“I won’t give you the satisfaction.”
There’s a chuckle behind me. Hefty but far less lethal. “If we’re talking satisfaction, then I’m gonna have to do a lot more than look at you.”
Wellthisguy is clearly the pig out of the two.
A chemically imbalanced, perverted pig whose gaze I can feel burning a hole in my ass.
I turn on my heels, eyes thinned to slits. “Do you have any decency? Morals even?”
He doesn’t because now I feel his attention on my chest.
“Are you asking if I’m a sinner?” There’s a gravel to his voice, like the thought of him being one turns him on.
