Page 36 of Pretty Monsters

Hearing her take him up on that offer makes me clench my teeth almost hard enough to crack a molar. She shoves me again and speaks under her breath. "I'm coming. Just go."

She follows me up the stairs, keeping close to my back, probably to make sure I don't go kill Ford.

When we are inside she slams the door and flips the locks.

"You're fucking unbelievable!" she screams. "I didn't leave the complex. If you think I'm going to spend every second locked in this apartment you're insane. Even at school I left my dorm room."

"You aren't going to see the campus."

She raises her eyebrow. "No? Try me. I'll be such a pain in your ass you'll drop me off yourself."

"You already are a pain in my ass. Keep pushing me and I'll tie your ass to the bed and gag you. Now quit being a brat and get ready for bed."

Her eyes are blue fire, and I know I've pushed her too far. She grabs the hem of the shirt she's wearing and pulls it over her head.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask through clenched teeth.

"What I'm told." She shimmies out of the jeans, and stands in front of me in pale pink lace. Her nipples are erect and a darker pink than the sheer lace. Heavy tits fill the cups, not as small as she appeared in my old shirt. A small waist moves to rounded hips and a plump ass.

Long dark hair falls to her ass, making her skin seem even more pale. Slowly, she reaches behind her and reaches for the clasp.

"Raven, if you remove another article of clothing I'm going to lose my shit."

She blinks her large blue eyes up at me. How the fuck did I think she was innocent? She's a temptress who's been sent to torment me.

"I'm not sleeping in my bra." Ignoring my order she releases the clasp and lets it fall down her arms.

"Go put some fucking clothes on!"

Rifling through her bag she finds a tank top and pulls it over her head. It's white, and does little to hide the shape of her tits and nothing of the rose peaks threatening to cut through the thin material. It hangs low on her chest revealing the soft mounds, and shows off far too much on the sides. It hits her mid thigh, and is almost more indecent than seeing her in just her panties.

"Do you want to get fucked, princess?"

She scoffs. "Don't be silly. You won't fuck me. You already know my name."

My look asks her if she's sure, and she takes a step back. That's right princess, I'm not the good guy.

"Go to bed," I growl.

She heads to the bedroom and comes back out with her blanket and pillow moving toward the bathroom. "In the fucking bed, Raven."

Sensing she's pushed me too far she sashays back into the bedroom and closes the door. I delay the inevitable as long as I can, but sleep calls to me. Being around her wears on me, and I crave the oblivion of sleep. Even there I won't be able to escape her. I'm not sure I want to, and that's the part that terrifies me.

Giving in, I slip in bed next to her. She's turned away from me. Like the first night, I toss and turn trying to get comfortable. The scents of lavender and vanilla fills the air around her, beckoning me to move closer.

"Truce," I whisper, and she nods in agreement.

My hand slides under her shirt, resting on her stomach, and I pull her against my chest. When she melts into me I feel my lungs fill with air. Sleep washes over me and I finally find peace.

13

Piece of Cake

Raven

One minuteI'm sleeping soundly, feelings of warmth and safety blanketing me, the next the covers are ripped off the bed. I blink up, my eyes gritty from lack of sleep, and see Lucien standing at the foot of the bed with his nostrils flaring.

"This is not what I meant when I told you to keep my sister safe," he seethes.

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