Page 47 of Dark & Deceitful

“My thoughts exactly.”

“His loss.”

“I know.” On that, we agree.

“My gain.” He winks in a flirty, I-should-want-to-kill-him-but-don’t way. Ever the fool, I press my lips together to keep from smiling. Because, of course, Dark would say that. His gain. Ha. He’s the asshole who got us into this mess in the first place.

“I suppose so,” I deadpan, and he throws his head back and barks a deep, rumbly laugh. His entire body vibrates beneath mine, tugging the smallest grin to my lips. He's such an idiot—an unbelievably hot one—but still an idiot. He’ll pay for this. Oh, will he pay. Becoming his plaything will come at a price.

To prove as much, I grip the outline of his cock over the front of his pants. It’s far bolder than I should be given our history,but sometimes a girl has gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. My touch morphs Dark’s laughter into a long, throaty groan.

“Babe,” he grits through his teeth.

“Hmm?” I act innocent when we know I’m anything but.

His nostrils flare, and somehow, even that’s sexy. It must be the wine talking. “What the hell are you doin’?” Dark’s eyebrow hikes in question.

“I don’t know. WhatamI doin’?” I play coy as he thickens beneath my ministrations.

“Not here.”

“Why not?”

“You’re drunk.”

Pft. Like that’s ever stopped him before.

“Not that drunk,” I remark, though I am pretty drunk.

“Christ.” The curse is a prayer upon his lips.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I massage his cockhead through the denim. He wants compliance. He wants sex party sex. I’m merely doing what is expected of me.

Eyes squeezing shut as if he’s in agony, Dark’s head shakes. “No.”

“No?” I scrape my nail around his crown. Teasing. Taunting. Driving him mad.

“I said, fuckin’ no,” Dark snarls, ripping my hand off his thickness. Shoving his chair back from the table with me still seated on him, he abruptly turns me around, forcing me to straddle him. My outer thighs cut into the chair arm, and my dress draws up as Dark’s hands cup on either side of my face, and his eyes bore into mine.

“Wh—” I begin but am abruptly cut off.

“Look at me.”

“I am.”

“Keep your eyes on me,” he stresses, holding my head firmly so I can’t move it even if I want to without causing a scene.

I understand why when the screaming starts.

“No!” a female wails, and my eyes round in horror as a different woman screams—Dee. I’d know that voice anywhere.

Pressing my lips together, I chew the inside of my cheek as the familiar sound of fists pounding flesh erupts.

“Babe.” Dark jostles me to ensure I’m paying attention to him when all I can do is zero in on the sounds. I can’t help it.

Tears well in my eyes.

“Don’t fuckin’ look.”

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