Page 59 of Snitches and Serpents

Heat sears my cheeks, but it only fuels my anger. Stalking towards him, I flash him a vicious smile. “I’m saying that my vibrator could’ve done that. It didn’t matter that it was you.”

His eyes flash. “Did you just put me on the same level as your vibrator?”

“No, I rank you lower than my vibrator. After all, it does the job without unnecessary comments while you apparently can’t help but run your mouth.”

Silence descends on the pale bedroom. From downstairs, the music still thumps loudly and thuds sound as people no doubt jump to the beat.

Tristan just stares at me, looking genuinely stunned. It’s such a satisfying sight that I can’t help but give him a quick and very smug rise and fall of my eyebrows.

That seems to snap him out of it. He gives his head a few quick shakes as if to clear it.

Then his expression darkens as he advances on me. “Trying to bait me, huh? Clever. But it still doesn’t change the fact that I had you whimpering on the bed not two minutes ago.”

I stumble a step back as he continues striding towards me. He just keeps coming, backing me up against the pale wall behind me. My back hits it with a thud. Tristan doesn’t stop until he’s standing so close that my breasts brush against his body when I draw in a shuddering breath.

Reaching forward, he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head back so that I meet his eyes. A smirk dances on his stupid mouth.

“Or the fact that your breathing hitches every time I push you up against a wall,” he continues. Then he leans forward and places his lips right next to my ear. “Like it does right now.”

I suck in a soft gasp when his breath caresses the shell of my ear.

He lets out a smug chuckle and releases my chin before shooting me a pointed look. “Told you.”

With that victorious smirk still on his lips, he starts to take a step back and turn away.

My hand shoots out.

Grabbing the collar of his black t-shirt, I yank him back so that he’s facing me again. He blinks in shock at the violent move, and I use that second of distraction to pull his face closer to mine.

“That might be true,” I say. “But it also doesn’t change the fact that you came down my throat just a few days ago.”

Composing himself again, he flicks a mocking smile up and down my body and then throws my own words from earlier back into my face. “Any girl could’ve done that. It didn’t matter that it was you.”

“Right.” With one hand still buried in his collar, I brush the back of my other hand over the very hard bulge in his pants. “Keep telling yourself that.”

He jerks slightly at the featherlight touch. I smirk up at him. He immediately reaches down and grabs my wrist. Then he yanks my hand away and slams it up against the wall next to my head. His eyes are dark with both desire and threats as he locks a commanding stare on me.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” he warns. “And your hands.”

“Or what?” I shoot a pointed look down at his cock, which is straining against his pants in a way that must surely be painful. “You’re going to come in your pants before I’ve even had a chance to unbuckle your belt?”

“Big words from someone who’s probably still a virgin.”

“A virgin?” I scoff. “I’ve been on birth control for over three years. But nice try.”

Though that’s more of a precaution because my parents would kill me if I got pregnant before marriage rather than proof of any extraordinary number of sexual partners. But Tristan doesn’t need to know that. Regardless, the statement seems to have the desired effect, because his eyes flash with something almost like jealousy.

A victorious grin spreads across my lips as I nod towards his dark expression. “See?”

He tightens his grip on my wrist.

“You can try to deny it all you like, but you want me,” I taunt. “Desperately.”

“I made you come,” he growls.

“And I made you come a few days ago. So if nothing else, we’re even.”

Challenge glints in his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

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