Page 35 of Unwrapping Deviance

Oh hell no.

I unlatch my belt quietly, slide to the edge of my seat, grab her delicate wrist and bite the extended digit.

Her yelp is delicious.

Her struggling is better as she tears herself free and pivots in her seat to gape at me with wide eyed horror.

I’m vaguely aware of Daniel snapping for us both to settle down.

Fuck that.

This is far more fun.

“You fucking bit me!”

“I would have spanked you but you’re too far.”

Her soft mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out for several seconds.

“You can’t just bite people!” she huffs, visibly shaken, but she’s not scared.

The beautiful flush in her cheeks isn’t from fear. The rapid rise and fall of her chest isn’t terror.

My little brat is aroused.

“You should behave,” I counter, dropping my voice, enjoying the way she shifts in her seat and darts an uncertain glance towards Daniel.

She’s cradling her bitten hand to her chest.

“Go ahead,” I taunt, emboldened by the sweet scent of her filling the truck. “Tell Daddy what I did.”

Expression a delectable mix between outrage and sulking brat, Mira lifts her middle finger for Daniel to see the faint indents of my teeth fading on her skin.

“He bit me ... like some rabid chipmunk.”

It’s hilarious.

I want to laugh at the indignation, but I lift my gaze.

In the rear-view mirror, Daniel’s opaque glare meets mine. The heated warning is clear even as my brother takes the pint-sized woman’s extended fingers and draws them to his lips.

The kiss is slow, open mouthed.

Intimate.

I’m not sure Mira’s even breathing as her hooded eyes stay locked on Daniel. Her own mouth hangs slightly open like she’d been about to speak but no longer has the capability.

“Stop it, Christian,” my brother warns me against her knuckles.

He’s not telling me to stop teasing Mira.

He’s telling me to stop teasing him.

I only smirk and slide back in my seat and watch Mira practically turn to a puddle in her seat with the finger Daniel is still lightly trailing kisses across.

I’m still enjoying the pain in Mira’s too expressive features when we reach Mama May’s Dine-In, the only diner in Jefferson. The place all gossip gets circulated and hierarchies are created. There are no downtimes and every regular has their own designated table. I know we’ll get recognized right off the hop. I know by supper time, every nosy bitch in town will know the MacAllister boys are back ... with a young, pretty thing. They will speculate who she is and where she’d come from. The diner people will converse with the Main Street people who happenedto pass by while Mira was being assaulted and did nothing because she was an outsider and thus not their problem.

Hell, she could have been born and bred in Jefferson and people would still find a way to isolate her, ignore her pleas if they were told to.

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