Page 6 of Sinful Enemies

I didn’t tell my mum I was off work because we lost a colleague.

It cut me up a little deeper than I wanted to admit.

I love my job, but I’m gutted. Truly.

A noise behind me pulls me from my thoughts and I quietly look over my shoulder to see her raiding the fridge.

She’s petite, I would put her at five foot four, and the urge to sneak up behind her and kiss her neck before picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist is overwhelming, but I don’t.

I just watch.

Cute, frilly shorts and a matching crop top, my hands tingle at the thought of trailing them across her warm skin.

Hate that any boy or man may have touched her, hate that I have never felt her skin beneath my fingertips.

Venom licks at my skin when I think back to the way my mum kicked me out and it was because of her. No, I wasn’t innocent.

But neither was little miss Hallie.

That halo is very crooked, and if you looked closely, you could see her horns in the shadows.

Pushing up quietly, I step towards her, leaning across the breakfast bar and my eyes fall to her ass.

Fuck.

Imagine slipping my cock in and out of her, I would ruin her.

Literally.

Fucking my hate into her, but also fucking her hate for me out.

Maybe that’s what we needed.

“Well,” is all I whisper into the dark room, and she jumps, spinning as her green eyes widen on me.

“You scared me,” she pants and I kind of feel a little bad as she kicks the fridge door shut.

“Oops,” I shrug my shoulder up and stand tall, walking around to where she is standing and grab the banana from her hand.

“Hungry?”

Her eyes slice to my hand then back to me.

“I was, kind of lost my appetite now,” and she curls her lip in a disapproving manner.

“I haven’t lost mine,” my eyes are ablaze.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispers as she darts to the side, but I rush after her, grabbing her around her waist and carrying her back over to the counter, sitting her on the cool surface.

“Or what?” I ask, looking down at her, chest rising at falling. “You gonna scream?” I smirk.

She tries to slip away but I shake my head from side to side.

“You wanted to fight?” my eyes volley back and forth. “Then fight me,” I whisper as my fingers dance up her thigh, her breath catching at the back of her throat as I slip under the hem of her shorts.

“Get off me,” she tries to push my hand away, but she can’t. Dipping my fingers across the front of her pussy I groan as I slip two fingers between her legs and rub her clit.

She presses her legs together to try and stop me, but it’s not convincing.

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