Page 15 of Bells

“You’re not a watcher,” I finished. “See yourself out. I’ll tell Sin you stopped by.” I pushed off the railing and turned to go, but her hand shot out and latched onto my forearm. I ground my teeth tightly and looked to her. “No one fucking touches me either.”

“Sorry,” she said. She didn’t take her hand away from me though which I found even more interesting. “I just. . .”

“I know what you want,” I said, taking a step closer to her.

She stared up at me with wide eyes and parted lips. As far as looks went, Isabella wasn’t bad at all. In fact, she probably gave Melanie, the chick we currently fucked with, a run for her money.

I stopped as our bodies nearly touched.

“What do I want?” She peered at me, not looking the least bit scared.

I smirked down at her. “Don’t play stupid with me, Isabel.”

“Call me Bells.”

“Bells,” I murmured, reaching out and rubbing a strand of her hair between my thumb and forefinger. “Sin doesn’t share. I don’t particularly care to either.”

“You share Melanie,” she said, her voice thick and laced with want as she breathed out.

I chuckled softly. “We pass her around like a joint. That’s all. Is that what you want? To be our whore?”

“I just want. . .” her voice trailed off.

“You don’t know what you want. That’s the problem.” I let her hair fall back to her shoulder and stepped away from her. “Come find me when you do. Leave.”

“Church—”

“Fuckingleave,” I snarled at her. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

She visibly swallowed before turning and darting off the patio. I watched as she disappeared down the path through the trees and let out a sigh.

She was fucking trouble.

I knew she was.

Truth of the matter was, I wasn’t really attracted to her. Sure, she was nice to look at and had a decent set of tits, but she didn’t captivate me at all. She piqued my interest but nothing that made me desperate or ravenous to have her. No girl had ever made me feel that way.

Plus, she was Sin’s girl. We didn’t share our girlfriends. It wasn’t like we’d all had a bunch of them. Usually, it was just Melanie being passed around or some other unstable chick with daddy issues. Getting tied down wasn’t something I was interested in. The fact Sin had decided to pursue this relationship had been a huge surprise given his issues with intimacy and getting close to people.

But whatever made him happy. Or less crazy.

As for me, there wasn’t a girl out there I’d met yet that made me feel happy or less crazy. Or more crazy. Because really, if she didn’t make me insane, she wasn’t the one.

At the end of the day though, Bells had me curious. I’d fuck her with Sin if she wanted, but Sin had to be down with it. If he wasn’t, then it wasn’t going to happen. The last thing I wanted to do was fuck my best friend’s girl and hurt him.

I just wasn't that kind of monster. Not really, anyway.

If he wanted me to kill her, that was a completely different story.

I smiled at that thought.

Maybe he’d want me to do that for him. Either idea I’d be onboard with.

I was fucked like that.

SIN

Ishoved Danny Linley hard against the brick wall as his beady eyes darted around, sweat dotting his forehead.

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