Page 242 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I stared at the silver chain of skulls dangling between his pierced nipples. It attached to another skull chain that hung low and wrapped around his lean, tattooed abs.

I gawked.

Black wings spread across his chest, and a serpent trailed down his abs. A key, a skull, a pomegranate, a chariot, a mint plant, the moon, and a three-headed dog were scattered across his torso.

Oh.

Familiar pain streaked down my spine.

I’d seen John shirtless, and he definitely didn’t have tattoos or piercings. Now that I thought about it, when I’d thought John was Mr. Hyde, he’d always gone into the bathroom to change.

I’d assumed it was because he was in a bad mood and needed space. It was really because his body would have given him away.

Objectively, it was a nice body.

Subjectively, immediate smash.

“Concentrate, you dumbass. Pay attention to the other competitors,” Jinx’s voice sounded in my head and startled me out of my trance.

Great, I’d accidentally summoned the demon child.

“Are you even listening to me?” Luka snarled as he wiped my arm.

I grimaced as he pressed against a particularly deep lesion. “Not really.”

He made a rough sound that was somewhere between an animal snarl and a human growl.

“Nice piercings, bruh.” I slapped him on the shoulder with my limp arm.

The demons glanced over at me like I’d lost my mind.

Luka pressed harder on my wound and leaned forward. Where John’s natural scent was smooth and rich, his was dark and spicy. I shivered.

His stubble grazed my jaw as he whispered, “Keep staring at me like that and I’ll let you feel the rest of my piercings.”

It took a second, then his meaning sank in.

I cleared my throat.

My cheeks burned, but I didn’t look down at his boxers to see if he meant what I thought he did.

I kept my eyes forward.

Ever since I’d revealed I was a woman, I’d been getting a lot of disturbing comments thrown my way. I was 99 percent sure that my teammates were sexually harassing me.

There was only one thing left to do.

I cleared my throat. “Keep talking like that and you’ll get fucked.” Sexually harass them back.

I studied my cuticles like I was picking out a polish. Since I was missing three fingernails and my pinky was jutting out at a disturbing angle, it was going to take a lot more than a clear coat.

Luka choked.

I turned my back to him and surveyed the field. Most competitors were locked in combat with Xs floating above their heads.

Bodies moved quickly across the arena, and it was hard to tell who was left.

Luka wrapped his arms around his shirt and knotted it quickly to my arm like he was afraid to touch me too long.

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