Page 39 of Malicious Desires

Reece leans in to whisper in my ear, “Did he touch you?”

I shake my head, turning slightly so we're nearly kissing. “No,” I respond.

Reece pushes his pelvis against my butt, taunting me, “You better not be lying to me, Capullo.” My breath hitches. There’s malice in Reece’s tone, and it’s causing my pulse to race.

Malyk laughs from across the pool table, turning our attention.

“Go fuck each other,” he jeers.

Stifling a laugh, I stab my cue back, taking my turn. I’ve barely hit the ball with the cue tip when Reece grabs my hand to drag me away, taking me outside. He shoves me against the wall, kissing me hard and unforgiving. It’s a bruising kiss, demanding as he forces his tongue into my mouth to deepen the kiss causing me to groan into his mouth.

With a desperate panting gasp Reece pulls back.

“Did Malyk touch you?” He questions, touching my lips with his thumb. I lick it. “Kiss you? Flirt with you?”

I shake my head. “He might be my best friend but I won't hesitate to hurt anyone that touches what's mine,” he growls.

“No,” I reply, exhaling and admitting, “I don't want him.”

“Who do you want, Capullo?”

“No one,” I blurt out, focusing on the ground instead of meeting Reece’s intense gaze. He’s going to know I’m lying if he sees the blush on my cheeks.

“Liar,” Reece murmurs.

“Arsehole,” I snap back, snidely.

“You know what I do to liars, Jasper?” Reece rasps.

I shake my head. “No,” I admit, reaching out and touching his side where his gun is stashed. “But it probably has something to do with your gun.”

Reece smirks. “Smart boy,” he jeers. “But it's not always a gun I kill with.”

I gasp, questioning him, “No?” I don’t know if I want him to answer me. I do have an idea but I want to hear Reece say it.

“No, sometimes I like to draw blood with a flick of my knife across skin.”

“Knife? Like you slapped my butt with?” I question.

Reece steps back, bending down and withdrawing his knife from his boot. He runs it over his finger, the tip biting his finger for a droplet of blood. He puts the finger to my lip.

“Lick it, Capullo.”

“No, I'm not sucking your blood off your finger,” I tell him, pouting and shaking my head.

“So defiant,” Reece taunts, pushing his finger into my mouth. I can’t help but lick it, and it causes me to moan.

Reece pulls his finger out, smirking at me, praising, “Good boy.”

“Stop calling me that. It's patronising.”

Reece scoffs, then taunts, “You demand that like I care.”

He holds up the knife against my neck and tilts my head back.

“Reece…” I drawl out his name, gasping for breath. “Don't. Hurt. Me.”

He presses the knife against my neck a little harder, drawing the blade across so it slices a thin cut that starts to bleed. I know it’s not deep, not life threatening but still I let out a raspy breath, panting, “Reece.”

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