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I finished my dinner and began my search for a devil.

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THE CHERUB BOY, OR THE DEVIL'S MARK?

A red bustier, a pair of tight red leather pants and light-up devil horns later, I was ready for a pitchfork. However, since not even Verily thought to own one, I called myself done.

A knock came at the door while I was stuffing the basics into a small leather clutch and I answered it in haste. “Yeah?”

“Holy fuck.”

Matt gaped at me through the doorway.

“What, this little thing?” Old habits died hard. I cocked a hip and smiled.

“I need you out of those pants. Now.”

His hands snaked across my waist.

“I can’t,” I said, trying to wriggle out of his hold. He held me tighter.

“Scar, seeing you this evening, everything about you…” He licked my earlobe. “You left and I had to follow. Damn I miss fucking you.”

“Not tonight.” I smacked his shoulders back when he made to suck at my neck. “Matt! I’m serious.”

He backed off, but motioned down my body. “But then why…?”

I sighed. “It’s not for you.”

His brows drew in. “Oh.”

“No, I mean…” I wondered if I should keep him on track thinking I was seeing another man. But didn’t that say how much Matt knew about me? He assumed I was going to seduce someone in a gimmicky get-up, because that was how low I’d sunk.

So I let him think it.

“Another time, okay?” I said, shooing him out the door.

He grabbed me as I was shimmying into a trench coat. “Hey!”

“That’s how it is, huh? You dismiss me with your tits out?”

“Calm down,” I said.

“Calm down?” he echoed. “You parade around me tonight, acting like you don’t give a damn but I know you. I know you were picturing screwing me on bar tables while you were avoiding me. It’s how we are, Scarlet. You and I, we’re nasty and dirty and we like it.”

I refused to allow him to see how much his words affected me, and picked up my clutch.

He swung me around. “Don’t be thinking you’re above me.”

I tried to move around him but he hooked my arm, wrenching me back to him.

“You crave me, Scarlet. You want me no matter who else you bang after hours. It’s how you do, am I right?”

“It’s not me who’s got a piece on the side,” I said through my teeth. “Go back to your girlfriend.”

“We ain’t ever gonna be done.”

He molded me to him so I could feel the length of him against my pelvis, and damn it, I wanted it. With the anger we had in us now the sex would be hot, fast, and rough. Shameful. I wanted it like no other.

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