Page 31 of The Devil In Disguise

Taking a deep breath of air whilst riding out her high, I stroke her head then run out to the kitchen and grab a glass of water for her. When I come back into the room her heels are already off and she looks ready to pass out. She drinks the water and I lay down next to her.

Getting comfortable and facing me, her voice is softer than I have ever heard when she says, “I thought we hated each other?”

“We can go back to hating each other tomorrow.”

We lay in a comfortable silence for a while. I don’t get tired of gazing into her hypnotic pools of amber or tracing patterns on her shoulder. Her voice is still soft when she breaks the silence.

“I don’t know where I belong or who I really am. Nobody even noticed that I could be dead right now, except you.” She closes her eyes then whispers, “Happy birthday to me.”

It doesn’t take long for her breathing to get long and even. When I think she’s asleep, I whisper, “I think I’m starting to know who you really are and where you belong. Even in death, I could never forget you.”

I freeze after the silence kicks in. What am I doing? I don’t know what the hell is happening to me, but I do know I have to get out of here before I do or say any more stupid shit.

All I need is to get her out of my system one good time.

This girl is definitely a witch. First Ace, now me? Even Luciano and Dario were instantly drawn to her, though I know that they were equally trying to piss me off.

Inside my room, I strip out of my clothes and throw on a pair of gym shorts. Ace is staring at me from his bed when I throw myself onto mine.

“This is one of those times when I wish you could talk back to me. Amaris has us under her spell.”

He cocks his head to the side, then lays down and ignores me. Images of Amaris splayed out in front of me, under me, on top of me; they invade my mind until I manage to finally fall asleep.

Chapter 14

I’m completely naked when I wake up; I must have gotten hot in my sleep. Mustering up all my strength, I roll out of bed, throw on a pair of sleep shorts and a black tee, then walk into the bathroom with barely open eyes. When I catch a view of myself in the mirror, they widen, making my head throb slightly.

While I wash my face and teeth, I remember going to the club and having fun. Marco was right, it was exactly what I needed. The rest of my night comes flooding back as I’m washing my teeth and I rinse my face with water to cool it down.

Holy shit. Did that really happen?

With furrowed brows, I throw my hair in a low ponytail and stomp into the kitchen. Before I make it to the counter, I hear a low rumble coming from the other side of the wall. Forgoing my plans for breakfast, I try my best to get a glimpse out my window at the sound. A shiny, black Yamaha instantly grabs my attention and nothing stops my feet from taking me out the door and straight to its owner.

I didn’t think this through. Suddenly, I’m regretting coming out here.

Right as I will myself to turn around, those dark eyes meet mine and hold me in place. Kylo stands with a rag in his hands, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of black gym shorts—his gun visibly sticking out. His full, tan, muscular body is on display, dripping with water or maybe sweat. A bead of water runs from his pecs down to the pronounced V-line leading into his shorts. My eyes trace as many tattoos as possible before his light chuckle snaps me out of it.

With renewed confidence—that I don’t actually feel—I start walking to him again. Keeping my eyes on his bike, I stand on the opposite side in an attempt to put some sort of barrier between us and run my hand over the handle closest to me.

“This is the first time I’ve seen your bike.”

Luckily, he doesn’t bring up what happened last night. Yet.

“It’s a shame you don’t have yours. I would’ve loved to hand your ass to you in a race.” He tosses the rag in his hands into a bucket nearby.

Gone are any nerves I had. My head snaps up to meet his eyes again. “Ha, I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Oh, believe it. Until you can prove me wrong, I stand by what I said.”

Resting my hands on the seat of the bike, I lean forward. “If I still had Diablita, I’d prove you wrong twice, capullo.”

His expression suddenly darkens and he turns serious. “Stop talking and sit down.”

My brows furrow, confused by the sudden change in his demeanor and why I want to listen when he speaks in that husky, imperious tone.

“What?”

“Sit on the bike, Amaris.”

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