Page 33 of Hostile Devil
I nearly laugh when she curls her tiny fists and slams them into my chest. “Dammit! Say something!”
If she wants me to speak, then I’ll give her one word. “Run.”
Her eyes dart to the knife, to the doorway, and then back to me. And then she fucking pauses, even when she knows toneverhesitate. Christ, it should have been the first thing Reno taught her.
I’m too far gone in the thrill of the chase and craving the victory of tearing her clothes off to stop now.
My heart is pumping, and my breathing is all over the place. Partly furious at her, but mostly turned on.
“No.” India steels her spine as if she’s accepted a different challenge, uncertainty leaving her eyes.
Staring at me for a beat, she runs the pad of her middle finger over her bottom lip and sucks it into her mouth. I almost groan, feeling the blood in my head rush straight to my dick.
Her lithe body vibrates with the same hunger I’ve sensed from her countless times. So much so that her nipples harden to points against the fabric of her blouse and her chest rises in bursts.
She’s getting off on this.
This isn't a game, India.
Her gaze sweeps down my body, and for the briefest moment, it halts at my groin. There’s no mistaking my arousal. She can see it and I sure as fuck can feel it.
After an audible exhale, she scoots sideways, ducking low for the knife.
Silly girl.
She should have known I’d be too quick for her. And I am too. Lightning fast, I kill the space separating us. My arms clamp around hers, trapping them against her sides and holding her body next to mine. My nose drops to her hair, where a sunny floral scent, noticeable through the fabric hiding my identity, makes my skin tingle.
But it’s the sensation of her ass grinding into my boner that really gets my heart beating.
I tighten my hold on her when she tries to spin around. Excitement fizzes through me, her closeness making me falter.
“You should have run,” I growl into her neck. “I expected you to put up a fight.”
“You hoped?” She twists and wriggles. “Maybe I haven’t stopped fighting yet.”
I squeeze tighter. The horniness I’m feeling from her struggle is like a riptide pulling me out of my strict combat zone. “In the real world, I would have gutted you already and left your body on display for your family to find.”
She goes quiet, her muscles becoming tense. “You scared me at first. But then—” I loosen my grip and let her spin around, so her serene gaze snares mine. “It was all in your eyes. The bad man didn’t want to hurt me. He wanted this—”
India covers my hand with hers and controls the movement, sliding our linked fingers under the waistband of her pajama shorts. She places it over her bare pussy, the wetness ready for me.
“Didn’t he?” She licks her lips.
A whimper escapes her when my fingers move to feel her. “Bad men can fuck first and kill after.” I remind her.
“But not you. If you’d wanted to kill me, you wouldn’t have woken me up first. You wanted the same thing as me. The chase. The adrenaline. The end goal.”
I nip her clit and savor her gasp. “Oh yeah? What’s the end goal?”
“For the bad man to catch me.” She lifts to her tiptoes and pulls back my hood. “Because…” Fingering the base of my balaclava, she tugs it up to my forehead, smiling shyly when she sees my whole face. “… we both want this.”
Keeping eye contact, India removes my hand from between her legs and draws my fingers into her hot little mouth. Once she’s swirled her tongue around them a few times and let go, she peers up at me from under her lashes and bites the left corner of her bottom lip.
“And this.” She gradually lowers, unbuttons my fly and slips her hand inside my pants.
Fuck.
Kneeling before me, she frees my dick and runs her tongue up the shaft like it's a lollipop.
