Page 47 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

He understood.

Lately it felt like he was the only man who actually listened to me.

“Excuse me?” Malum growled roughly, and his deep baritone voice sent goose bumps down my spine. “Why are you on top of Arabella?”

Speaking of men who didn’t understand.

Malum stood in the middle of the room, glaring at me and John like he wanted to kill us with his stare.

Apparently, he really had been napping and not in a stress-induced coma.

Disappointing.

“Looks like our property is not only a murderer and a liar, but she’s also a slag,” Scorpius sneered.

“Don’t call her that,” Orion whispered and shoved at the blind devil he was lying on.

Scorpius lounged on the bed with his hands behind his head. He smirked like he was unconcerned that Orion was mad at him.

There was something dangerous about two powerful warriors cuddling. It lulled you into thinking they were soft and approachable.

They weren’t.

I snapped back at Scorpius sarcastically, “Don’t forget that I’m also a whore.”

The blind king smiled condescendingly. “Thanks for the reminder.”

I slumped back against my pillows and answered John’s rhetorical question. “The kings are those misogynistic, close-minded jerks.”

John climbed off the bed and stood in front of me protectively with his arms and legs spread.

He physically blocked me from the kings and asked incredulously, “Did you call her your property?”

I peeked over John’s back.

“It’s Arabella,” Orion mouthed like he was making a point as long lashes framed stunning brown eyes that stared at me without blinking. Scorpius’s fingers dragged across his muscled chest.

Orion met my gaze while Scorpius played with his nipple.

The quiet devil kept staring.

Since I’d revealed I was a girl, Orion had also been watching me with a new intensity. Every time I glanced at him, his eyes were on me.

I had yet to see him blink.

What did I really know about him?

I knew he tasted like raspberries, chocolates, and sin. He’d grabbed my jaw in his powerful hand and kissed me like he was consuming me.

I knew he was the most attractive man I’d ever seen.

He’d also whispered that he wanted me to be his toy, in a silky-smooth voice that was lyrical like a haunting song.

He stuck up for me.

I shivered and looked at where Scorpius touched him.

The weight of Orion’s gaze made my skin prickle, and I knew he was still staring. Little pinpricks of pain danced down my spine.

---