Page 30 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Arabella kept staring blankly at the wall.

Bitch.

She blew out another puff of smoke but said nothing else.

I leaned forward so my lips were pressed against the sensitive shell of her ear. “Look at me, you lying cunt,” I whispered harshly as my tongue flicked against her warm skin.

Frost and spice exploded across my tongue.

Arabella’s pupils blew out wide, and she shivered, then she flinched like I’d hurt her.

She started fighting like a hellcat.

A strange sense of relief filled me as light came back to her eyes and she struggled against my hold. Fingers still tangled in her hair, I was surprised at the silky texture of her wild blue curls.

I rubbed a smooth lock against my cheek.

I taunted softly, “You need to figure your shit out, slave.”

Blue eyes flashed black.

“Stop fondling me like a freak. And if you think I’ll act like your slave, then you need to be lobotomized. Actually—” She paused like she was thinking. “I recommend just preemptively euthanizing yourself. Your personality is messy, and I don’t see it improving.”

I missed when she’d been staring at the wall in silence.

Aggressive wheezing filled the hall.

I turned around to glare at my mates as I tightened my fist around her curls and yanked her head back as punishment.

“Really?” I asked as Scorpius bent over laughing and Orion smiled widely. “It wasn’t even funny.”

Scorpius shrugged. “You have to admit that was a good one.”

“Thanks.” Arabella grinned proudly.

Blood dripped off her chin from the scab on her lip, and I had the irrational urge to lick it off.

What is wrong with me?

Scorpius scoffed at her. “But your delivery was weak. Your words were generalized and nonspecific. If you want them to matter, hit where it hurts.”

“Oh, I’ll hit him where it hurts.” Arabella tried to slam her thigh into my dick, and I just barely avoided her move.

Yanking her roughly to the side, I shoved my knee between her legs to subdue her. I pressed myself against her just like she’d let the nymph touch her.

Unlike him, I fully dwarfed her frame, and she was completely at my mercy in the position.

She slammed her elbows into my kidneys.

“Stop fighting me,” I demanded as she refused to submit. “You let that nymph fucker touch you, but now you don’t like it? Make up your mind, slut.”

My throbbing dick was pressed against her, and it took every inch of strength I possessed not to moan at the friction.

She said coldly, “I was interested in him. Not you. Learn the difference.” She blew smoke into my face.

Arabella was ice, while I burned alive.

I shook her back and forth like a doll. “Keep speaking to me like that and I’ll wash your mouth out.”

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