Page 19 of The Second Deal

“You’rethe devil, huh?Makesa lot of sense.”

Hechortles under his breath as his hands come up to my breasts.Ifollow the outlines of the smashed and broken clock tattooed on one hand and the hellhound stamped on the other.

Hekisses upward from my sternum. “Youwouldn’t believe me ifItold you.”

Ilaugh a little more loudly, the sound laden with bitterness. “I’dbelieve it.”

Adrianhovers over my mouth.Hisheart thrums against my chest like it’s trying to beat mine into submission. “Ididn’t make you do anything you didn’t already want to.”

Angerboils in my belly, threatening to burst and sendAdrianflying into the ceiling soIcan find my clothes and leave, never to look back at theRamosestate, home,SanAntonio, any of this.

Ididn’t come back just to be taunted for somethingIcan’t make amends over or succumb to the very same temptation that fucked everything up.

Butmy body is heavy, and the sheets grip my limbs and refuse to let me leave this bed.

Shadowyfog lifts my brain in my skull, snapping the connection to any senseIhave left and sends me all the way to the back ofAdrian’sSuburban, whereIthought he had passed out from all the liquor and weed at a bonfire, but his arm wrapped around my ribs and held me tight, and my head turned, and our lips brushed, and his hands searched until they were groping my breast and slinking into my underwear, and—

Hislips sweep over my mouth, teasing a kiss that doesn’t come to fruition, and he rocks ever so slightly to make his rock-hard cock rub against my clit.

“Ihate you,”Igroan as his hips crush mine, just like before.

Adrian’sfingers yank my hair, tearing me away from his sultry mouth.Darknessovershadows half his face, reminding me of the placeI’mquickly backsliding into, warning me that it’s not too late to turn back, to tell him to go fuck himself and go to hell.

“Thenfuck me like you hate me.”

Histongue slips over mine, making his case for me to stay right whereIam.Icommand my fingers to yank his hair back.

Allthey do is weld our mouths together.

Hiships roll.Mynails sink into his shoulders.Heinhales sharply before pushing away to rip off my shorts and panties.

Thosedarkened eyes feast on my figure, the sight of the devil in my life cannibalizing me beneath him and paring me down to bare bones with a glowing scrutiny that threatens total combustion.

Histattooed hand slips beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts, and he strokes himself.Hisbreath quivers on an exhale.

Myinner walls clench, and my head spins.

WhenIblink, his shorts are down around his thighs andI’mthe one stroking his length.

Adriantips my chin upward and kisses me.

Godfucking damn it.

“Geta condom.”

Themore things change, the more things stay the same.

Iwant to stop kissing him.Iwant to pushAdrianaway.Idon’t want to be in his bed.Especiallynot tonight.

ButI’mhere.

Mylips are locked onto his.I’mpulling him closer, whining as his body heat sets my flesh ablaze.

Myhead swims, eyes threatening to roll to the back of my head fromAdrian’stouch alone with his mouth on mine and fingers swirling over my clit.

“Fuckme,”Iwhisper, voice drifting away from me. “Please, fuck me.”

Warmthfloods my pussy as he positions himself with a shaking breath.Wegroan in unison as he fills me with slow, measured thrusts.

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