Page 94 of Snitches and Serpents

“How else am I going to know when you will screw me next?”

A hint of amusement flits across his face, and it looks like he’s suppressing a smile when he arches a dark brow at me. “I think you mean screw me over.”

Heat flushes my cheeks as I realize what I said. I drop my gaze from his face to avoid his intense stare, but that only makes me take in the sight of his body. Which makes me acutely aware that he’s shirtless.

I quickly snap my gaze up to his face again, my cheeks now warmer than before.

“Well?” he prompts. “Which is it? Do you want me to fuck you over?” A sly smile tugs at his lips as he takes one hand from the wall and slides it up my throat until he can brush his thumb over my bottom lip. His eyes glitter as he holds my gaze. “Or to simply fuck you?”

Grabbing the back of his neck, I yank his stupid troublesome mouth down to mine.

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TRISTAN

Lights explode through me as her lips crash against mine. Every logical thought empties out of my head, and I slide both hands through her hair and kiss her back so possessively that she gasps into my mouth.

She locks her hands behind my neck, holding me tighter to her as her tongue brushes against mine. I slide one hand down her side. A moan escapes her as I caress her curves and slip my fingers underneath her shirt. She whimpers and a shudder ripples through her as I trace my fingers up her bare stomach.

The sound of that whimper, and the feeling of her warm body underneath my hand, makes my cock ache with need. Fuck. I want to rip her clothes off and fuck her until she’s moaning my name and begging me for more.

My fingers trail along the top of her tiny shorts, caressing her sensitive skin.

Another shiver of pleasure rolls down her spine, and she tightens her grip around the back of my neck while she kisses me like she’s starving.

I slip my hand down between her thighs and brush my knuckles against her clit through the fabric of her tight pants.

She trembles and whimpers against my lips again.

My cock is painfully hard.

I fucking love how she reacts when I touch her. How her body trembles with pleasure. How I can draw these incredible sounds from her. It’s absolutely intoxicating.

Sliding my hands down to her hips, I grip them firmly while I kiss her hard and possessively. She answers by drawing her own hands down my chest and then tracing them over my abs. Pleasure pulses through me.

It’s so intense that I can barely see straight. I need her. I need her naked underneath me. I need?—

Reality snaps into me, and I jerk back, breaking the kiss.

Fucking hell, we’re outside. In public. Right around the corner from my gym which is full of other men. No matter how badly I want her, I’m not going to fuck her here.

Elle blinks in confusion, looking both dazed and disoriented from the abrupt end to the kiss. Then her gaze darts from left to right, taking in the alley around us, and heat sears her cheeks as she too realizes where we are.

I wait for her to straighten her clothes and fix her hair so that it’s all perfect again. But to my surprise, she doesn’t.

Strange emotions swirl inside me as I watch her.

My chest heaves, and pent-up need still pulses through my veins. I know that I should take a step back and put some distance between us. But I just can’t make myself do it.

Elle draws in a breath as well, and then raises her hand to her lips.

A sharp stab spears through my heart as she stares up at me with those big brown eyes while she brushes her fingers over her lips where mine were mere seconds ago.

“Why did you protect me in there?” she asks.

The question jolts me out of my stupor, but I still have to scramble for a reply.

Why did I protect her? Because the thought of someone hurting her made me want to paint the walls with blood. Because the thought of someone else putting his hands on her made me want to hear bones break.

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