Page 89 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Bursts of pain made me twitch.

“No.” I gasped. “Enough.”

He tangled his hands in my curls and pulled my head back so he could nip along my neck. His teeth grazed across my sensitive skin, then his lips sucked like he was trying to mark me. Permanently.

My vision went glassy.

The pleasure was so intense that the pain became unimaginable.

I took a deep breath.

Then lashed forward and slammed the heel of my palm into his throat. I jabbed him in the kidneys and pushed him off me.

I leaped to my feet and pulled the blankets around me like a cape as I stared down at his prone form.

He was disturbingly pretty, like a god of lust.

I fisted my hands.

For a long second, Orion lay on the ground and stared up at me. He smirked and purposefully didn’t move. Spread his legs wantonly and lifted his hips.

The invitation was clear.

“Get up,” I said forcefully like I wasn’t seconds away from collapsing.

The pleasure and pain were gone, and I was left with a horrible empty sensation.

I felt like a shell of myself.

Like someone else was speaking.

Orion smoothly got to his feet and pulled himself back to his full height. He had a few inches on me, and he used it.

“If you want there to be anything between us”—I gestured between us—“then you’re going to make yourself useful.”

Orion stared down at me silently. He didn’t blink.

I sighed, picked the brush off the floor where I’d thrown it, and dragged my fingers through my stupid curls as I asked, “Do you have any scissors?”

He frowned. “Why?”

“Because I need to cut off this rat’s nest.” I grabbed at my curls and pulled them forward to show how tangled they’d gotten. Trying to brush it had made it ten times worse.

Whenever I cut my hair it grew back immediately, but maybe it would grow back untangled.

Work smarter not harder.

I focused on my annoyance with my hair instead of the swollen state of Orion’s lips.

Mine throbbed.

I wanted to push him back onto the floor and impale myself on him. What was the worst that could happen? Death.

Maybe you should do it.

Orion’s features hardened, and he said, “No, you aren’t.” It was the loudest I’d heard him speak, and the lyrical sound sent a shiver down my spine. He looked angry.

It wrenched me out of my thoughts.

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