Page 275 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

What a way to start the day.

John opened his bulging eyes and flashed brilliant white teeth. He grinned at me like he wasn’t asphyxiating by my hand, and his dimples stood out in stark relief.

Had his eyelashes always been so long and full?

John’s grin turned cocky, and he winked at me like he was the one on top.

I exerted more pressure and asked, “Why am I in your bed?” My morning voice was rough and scratchy.

Last night, I’d fallen asleep on the floor with a comforter wrapped around me. John had tried to pull me into the bed, but I’d snarled and fought until he’d climbed in alone. I’d fallen asleep with his face hanging over the side of the bed, glaring down at me.

I knew I’d done the right thing.

Sure, things seemed good between us, but we still hadn’t talked through everything that had gone down. I didn’t feel comfortable with the situation even if he said it was fine.

There was a constant pit in my stomach.

I was waiting for John to dwell on what had happened and hate me.

Sleeping separately was the least I could do to protect myself.

At least, that had been the plan.

For some reason, I’d just woken up on top of him.

John smirked casually beneath me, like we were just two friends hanging out and his face wasn’t still turning three shades of purple.

I loosened the pressure a little. “Explain, John.”

He arched an eyebrow tauntingly. “My bestie doesn’t sleep on the floor.” Something intense flickered in his eyes. “You sleep in my arms.”

I forgot how to breathe.

Every day, the sheer gall of men astounded me.

“Don’t say things like that.” I tensed my thighs and leaned forward. “I have half a mind to finish you off right now.” I increased the pressure so my full body weight was flush against him.

John tipped his head back, and his Adam’s apple pressed into my palm. He chuckled, and his warm skin vibrated.

My toes curled.

Zips of concentrated pain streaked down my spine.

I froze.

John took advantage of my momentary pause, and with disturbing strength, he broke my choke hold and flipped us over.

I was at his mercy.

Pinned beneath his warm body, I drowned in sandalwood and musk.

“Next time,” John drawled lazily as his hooded eyes twinkled, “try to put up a fight, Aran. That was embarrassing.”

I bared my teeth and jackknifed my legs at his shins.

“Tsk, tsk.” He pressed his hips forward so I couldn’t move.

A hardness dug into my lower stomach.

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