Page 60 of The Devil's Dilemma

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

“I could say the same thing to you.” I glared at him. The sheer fucking audacity of the guy. He seemed to forget who he was dealing with.

Fuck, but he was equally annoying and sexy at the same time. The temptation to kill him warred with the desire to kiss him. I hadn’t decided which yet.

I stalked towards him, and a flicker of panic danced in his eyes. He retreated until his back hit the doorframe.

I gripped his neck and forced his head back.

“You try my patience once more, and I swear, you’ll regret it.”

Most men would cower. Some had pissed themselves, so I was unprepared for the flash of defiance on his face.

I slammed my lips to his and forced my knee between his legs. His cock hardened.

He placed his hands on my upper arms and shoved, but I was much stronger.

I pressed my lips harder, invading his mouth with my tongue. He struggled, but slowly his lips softened, and instead of pushing me away, he dragged me closer.

He tilted his head, giving me more access to his hot mouth. He rode my thigh, rubbing his erection against me. It spurred me on.

I released my hold on his neck and gripped his hips. I dug my hands in, not wanting to let him go. He ground into me, moaning now against my mouth.

Fuck, this was hot.

But just when I thought we were getting somewhere, he pulled away and dropped his head forward, meeting my nose with a crack.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” I clutched my nose, but blood was already dripping on the white-tiled floor.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” He stalked out of the room and into the bedroom.

I could barely see. My eyes were blurry, and the pain was excruciating.

I was going to fucking kill him. I wouldn’t wait for anyone else to do it. In fact, come tomorrow, I’d be letting him go and leaving him to his own devices.

No one, and I mean no one, got the better of me.

This was three times now and counting, and I could no longer let it go unpunished.

Chapter fourteen

Austin

Urgh, that man, devil,or whatever the fuck he was, was driving me fucking insane.

He thought that being nice to me, giving me a place to stay, and taking me out of harm’s way would make up for the fact that he’d fucking killed me!

I was struggling to let that go, although I couldn’t deny the kiss we’d shared was amazing. My cock had been ready to burst from the loose underwear I wore.

I’d been losing myself to it until the realisation once again sank in that he’d killed me.

I’d done the only thing I could think of, and that was to headbutt him. Thankfully, I’d not been tall enough to catch his horns. That might have hurt me more than it would him, but the satisfying crack as his nose broke was a reward in itself.

I had no doubt I’d pay for what I’d done, but I didn’t care.

He could do his worst to me. He’d already stolen my life once.

I’d left the door to the bedroom open. I was eager for another confrontation and stood, my hands on my hips.

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