Page 60 of The Devils Melody
“I know.”
We hang up, and I can still feel my heartbeat racing on the inside. The cigarette is down to the filter, but I let it burn between my fingers a second longer before stubbing it out on the concrete. My hand is shaking a little. There’s just too much restraint pressing against skin and bone, asking to be let loose. My body is craving to be drenched in someone else's blood.
I push off the bike, pacing a few steps. Wren’s been inside for fifteen minutes, which is long enough for mynerves to fray and my thoughts to spiral out of control. My boots echo against the pavement as I move back and forth in front of the back entrance of the restaurant. I can feel the rage simmering in my gut, pulsing right alongside the possessiveness that’s been there from the moment I laid eyes on her.
I need to calm myself down and get my mind off killing Dick, so I light another cigarette, take a long drag, and stare at the door like maybe if I stare at it long enough, I could summon her to walk right out of it and invite me inside. She’s in there getting undressed, walking around her tiny apartment in her tight little bra and panties. Probably biting her lip in the mirror, trying to decide what’ll get her the most tips tonight. She wants attention. She always does.
A normal man would probably feel jealous. He might bark at strangers and make empty threats, but I’m not a normal man. Iwillkill anyone who touches what's mine. They can look all they want, as long as they keep their hands to themselves, but I make no promises on what I’ll do if I catch them looking.
The door swings open and I forget how to fucking breathe. The sun hits her in ways that sets her skin aglow, catching the curve of her collarbone and the dip of her waist. She’s wearing jean shorts that are cut high enough to show the curve of her ass and fishnets that I want to rip off with my teeth. A white crop top clings to her chest, barely hiding the black bra that peaks through the top of her shirt, and a pair of thick, black doc marten boots on her feet.
My mouth goes dry, my fists flexing at my sides, and I can already feel my dick growing hard at the sight of her. God fucking damn, I’m two seconds away from throwing her over the back of my bike and making her late for workfor the whole fucking week. She doesn’t even look at me right away. Just tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, keys jangling in her hand. She has no idea that she’s a fucking goddess that graces this earth with her presence.
“You ready?” she asks nonchalantly.
No. Not even close. Is she fucking kidding me?
“You planning on walking into that bar dressed like my wet dream?” I rasp, stepping forward like I’m wearing a collar and she’s pulling on my leash. “Or is that just a bonus?”
She grins, cocky and sweet. She’s fucking dangerous. “What, this?” She twirls a little, the bottom of her ass cheeks bouncing as she spins, just to torture me further. “It’s warm out. Figured I’d dress light.”
Light. She’s got half a square inch of denim between me and her pussy, and she’s calling it light.
“Oh little bird…” My voice drops, rough with the threat of worship as I lick my lips and look at her up and down. “You don’t want to start something you’re not ready to finish.”
Her eyes flick down my chest, slow and teasing. “I didn’t realize I had.”
Oh, baby. She knows. I stalk forward and grab her wrist. Not hard, but firm, letting her feel the threat humming beneath my skin.
“Get on the bike,” I growl, dipping low to her ear. “before I bend you over the seat and give everyone on this block a fucking show.”
She shivers, and I feel it. Right in my chest, and straight down to where I’m already hard beneath my zipper. But instead of obeying like a good girl, she tilts her chin up at me, lips curled into that perfect, cocky little smirk I love that’s going to get her wrecked eventually.
“You talk a lot of shit for a guy who hasn’t followed through yet.”
Fuck. Me.
I almost snap right there. I want to grab her by the hips, rip off the barely there denim she calls “shorts”, press my hard cock into her round ass, and show her exactly who she’s dealing with. But I know she’s baiting me. She just wants me to crack. Unfortunately for her, the only thing I crack is a sinister grin as I brush past her and take a seat on my bike, turning my key in the ignition and letting it purr to life.
Wren wants to be chased. She wants to be devoured and worshipped like the sinful little succubus that she is, but I’m not giving her the satisfaction of knowing that I’m already all the way gone. She already has me under her spell. If she asked me to jump, I would, but she doesn’t need to know that yet.
She turns to me, giving me an annoyed look dripping in attitude. “Careful, baby,” I grit out, brushing my fingers along the curve of her jaw. “Keep up with that attitude and I’ll have to make sure this whole town knows what those pretty little sounds you made for me last night sounds like later tonight.”
She exhales slowly, tongue flicking over her bottom lip like she’s weighing the risk and liking the odds. I can see that little spark in her eye thinking about all the naughty things we did to her last night, and fuck me if I don’t want to give them all to her over and over again.
“Get on,” I say again, this time low and final as I force the images of last night back down and hand her the helmet.
Finally, she takes it and swings one leg over the bike, settling in behind me. Her thighs press to mine, her armslooping around my waist. I look down, stealing a glance at those fishnets biting into her perfect skin and bite back a groan. I just know everyone behind us is going to see her perfect ass hanging out of her shorts, wrapped in fishnets and looking like a goddamn offering.
Her breath ghosts over my neck as she leans in close. “You keep making promises like that, Kage…one day you’re gonna have to keep them.”
I don’t answer. I just smirk as I put on my helmet, twist the throttle, and gun it down the street towards the bar.
The secondwe tear around the corner and pull into the parking lot ofPour Decisions,I see Nox leaning against Wren's piece of shit car like he owns the damn thing, arms crossed, black tee stretched tight across his chest. His jaw ticks the moment he catches sight of her.
I park right next to him, cut the engine, and kick the stand down. Wren slides off behind me, pulling off the helmet and shaking her hair out like she’s in a goddamn music video. I watch Nox’s face tighten, he’s definitely about to fucking explode. She’s got the nerve to smile, completely unbothered that she’s got him going crazy.
Nox pushes off the car, steps forward, and growls, “What the fuck is that?”
