Page 4 of Sinful Enemies

Six foot seven, built like a God as he towers over me.

I’m tiny compared to him.

Swallowing down the dryness, I blink up at him.

“Stop with the nickname,” I shove him.

“You used to like it.”

And I slap him across his face, hard.

“Don’t you dare,” I snarl at him.

He reaches for my wrist and pushes me back against my wardrobe doors, his eyes volleying back and forth between mine.

“Be careful Hallie…” his tone has warning, but not enough to scare me.

Spitting at him, he jumps slightly and drops my hand as he wipes it away.

“Is that just a preview I am getting for when you spit on my cock Little Trouble? When I slide it down the back of your throat and fuck your mouth until tears spill down your pretty face?”

“You’re disgusting,” I shove at him again, and keep shoving until he is by my bed.

“You’re all grown. Surely you’re not going to keep fighting it… I used to see the way you looked at me, but you were too young then… I couldn’t have gone there,” he licks his lips and my stomach coils.

“Didn’t stop you from fucking my friends though, did it?” I raise a brow and step away from him, shaking my head.

“Was just trying to get your attention,” he admits, running his hand through his thick hair.

“Well, it didn’t work.”

And he laughs loudly, it echoes around the room like a rumble of thunder.

“No?” he raises a brow and steps closer to me and I freeze as his lips brush against my ear. “I think it did…” he pauses, a warm breath coats my skin, and I explode into goosebumps, “a lot more than you would like to admit.”

“Go and die somewhere,” I smirk, shoving him off me again.

“You want to fight Little Trouble?” he pauses for a moment as he walks to the door then casts his eyes over his shoulder at me. “Then we’ll fight.”

Slamming my door, he disappears from my bedroom and my heart races in my chest.

Rushing for my underwear drawer, I slip a pair of lace panties out and drop my towel. I bend over and gasp as wetness coats the inside of my thighs and I am disgusted that my body reacted to him in that way.

Creeping downstairs for dinner,I’d managed to avoid Silas for the rest of the afternoon which I was grateful for.

His mum doted on him, and I get it, she was mad at him for what he’d done to me, but she loved him unconditionally. My dad had accepted him back with open arms, though he did still have his moments.

Me? I don’t think I ever could forgive him.

Turning down the hall, I head towards the kitchen and my stomach groans.

“This smells amazing,” I hum and see a chicken curry and rice sitting in the centre of the table.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Loretta smiles as she takes her seat next to my dad.

“Silas not joining us?” I say upbeat.

“Of course,” his voice floats over me and I groan.

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