Page 128 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Toxic emotions swirled in my gut as I pistoned my hips harder and focused on the way Arabella’s lips wrapped around her pipe.

She leaned her head back with her eyes closed and a grin on her lips. Her delicate neck was extended over the side of the bed as she blew out smoke.

Did she know what she looked like? What that position made me want to do to her?

I wanted to destroy her.

Orion turned his head to stare at her. The girl beneath him slapped against the wall harder.

Arabella exhaled smoke slowly, bee-stung lips hissing, and Scorpius swore as he came.

Bloodshot eyes opened.

Her gaze locked on mine, and she smiled broader.

My stomach cramped because I could tell she was faking it.

She was clearly in pain, yet she masked it. She put on a front for everyone.

For some reason the fact that she was pretending pissed me off.

She used sarcasm as a shield.

I slammed the belt down as hard as I could.

I fought the urge to grimace with disgust at the person beneath me, and I turned to glare across the room.

Arabella studied her palm with a confused expression like she found something interesting on her hand.

Then she flipped up her middle finger and glared.

Dark-blue eyes were cold as ice.

Emotionless.

I bared my teeth at her, and she smiled back at me mockingly.

My lips curved up in a genuine smile, and I couldn’t stop the chuckle that burst out.

The woman beneath me moaned annoyingly loud.

I stopped laughing.

Arabella raised her brow and shook her head as she took a long drag from her pipe. Smoke curled slowly out of her ridiculous mouth.

My balls tightened as a jolt of pleasure streaked down my spine.

Leather cracked loudly as I slammed it down.

Arabella flinched but her congenial expression didn’t fall.

I smiled back.

My expression was as fake as hers.

Chapter 19

Aran

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