Page 79 of Unwrapping Deviance

The table of women all nods vigorously. A few make incoherent sounds that aren’t really words, but distressed muttering. I would have rolled my eyes, but Mira cut in.

“You must have lived a very sheltered life if you think that was a threat. I asked her to place Christian’s order before she sits down and chats with the girls. Her answer was that filth didn’t need to be taking up her table space to which I answered—”

“Don’t!” Daniel cut her off sharply. “Don’t say another word.”

His lawyer must have kicked in.

“She told me if I talked about her boys that way again, I’d be eating filth,” Mabel answers for her, vile bitterness dripping from each word. “Herboys.Obviously, nothing has changed. Still filthy heathens—”

Mabel’s shrieking squeal reminiscent of a pig at slaughter would have been hilarious any other time but it only detonatedbecause Mira lunged for her. Mabel’s face was saved from the younger woman’s talons by the sheer grace of Daniel’s reflexes.

The venomous, curdling fury darkening Mira’s gorgeous face will forever be first on my spank bank memory card. A vicious goddess of wrath. A warrior. So tiny and so bloodthirsty.

Fuck, I didn’t think it was possible to get this fucking hard.

“Chris!” I blink out of images of me railing Mira right there on a table to focus on my brother’s face. “Take Mira outside.”

With a raging boner, I stalk over and take her hand firmly in mine and forcibly tug her away from the staring faces.

“She started it,” Mira snaps the whole way to the truck. “She didn’t even put your order in. She—”

I shove my little brat against the cold metal. Her expression radiates surprise but that’s all I allow her before my mouth is on hers.

I devour her.

I consume her pathetic little whimpers and bruise her pretty lips. I fill her hot mouth with my tongue and swallow the taste of her orange juice and her sweet flavor. My fingers are punishing fists in her hair, knotting the satin threads around my hands and dragging her face higher to take everything while her perfect, little body bows into mine willingly.

The thick, potent fragrance of her arousal unspools in the air around us, killing me. Destroying any dusting of control I may have been in possession of. It soaks my brain until it’s the only thing that matters.

She frees herself. It comes with the cost of slamming her head against the side of Daniel’s truck, but I let her. I let her wheeze and gasp, and take all the air she can while I claw down her throat with my teeth. While I suck and mark her sweet flesh under the one already there. While I grab her ass and drag her mound over the throbbing erection she’s caused.

“Christian!” she cries or gasps. I don’t know, but the sound is beautifully tortured, caught on a sob and desperate.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I threaten, licking the purple brand I’ve left over her pounding pulse. “I’m going to make you take every inch of my cock in your tight ass until you cum screaming my name just like that.”

Her eyes are dark and glassy when I lift my head. Her mouth is wet and swollen. But it’s the dimple in her chin I go for.

I sink my teeth into the small point. Not hard but she cries out and twists her fists into my top.

“Mad at you,” she wheezes, dragging me closer. “You hurt me.”

Breathing as wild and jagged as hers, I raise my head and fix my gaze to hers. “I know.” With a tenderness the polar opposite to my earlier attack, I touch her face. I skim the swollen curve of her bottom lip with my thumb. “It’s me.” I draw in a slow, steadying breath. “It’s always me. I get fucked up in the head sometimes and I hurt people, but I would never intentionally hurt you, Mira. I don’t know how to fix this broken piece inside me, but I’ll do better if you’ll let me.”

She’s watching me when I look at her again. She’s still panting, still trembling and smelling like she needs a thick cock to satisfy the way she’s shifting her thighs, but she’s not angry. She hasn’t pushed me away.

“We’re all a little broken,” she whispers, mirroring the cup of her palm against the side of my face. “I hurt you the other night, too.”

She had, but she hadn’t said anything I hadn’t heard a million times before; Daniel is always the better choice.

“You deserve Daniel, sweetheart. He won’t hurt you.”

Her arms slide around my neck. The height difference has her up on her toes, her lithe body curving against mine. I have to loop my arms around her middle to keep her steady.

“I lied that night.” Her soft gaze lifts to my face. “I did want you. I still do. I didn’t ... didn’t think it could be possible to have you when...”

“When you love Daniel,” I finish quietly for her, and get my answer when she lowers her lashes to study my throat.

“I do love Daniel,” she says softly, eyes a kaleidoscope of pain. “I felt like I was betraying him with how much I felt for you...”

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