Page 25 of Devil Mine

Oh god, I momentarily forgot about the body. Wide-eyed, I stiffen in sudden realization and he recognizes it.

“Don’t look at him, it’ll upset you,” he predicts matter-of-factly.

I look only because he told me not to and he’s right. It does upset me. Bile rises in my throat but pure stubbornness keeps me from being violently ill.

“You’re a fool,” he adds, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Brave, but foolish.”

“You don’t scare me.”

That’s a lie.

He laughs again, sharper this time.

“You should be more afraid of me than anyone.”

I freeze, my gaze slowly shifting back up to meet his. He’s unmoved, his devastating stare still stuck on me.

“Why?”

He comes towards me again, a lazy, unassuming-looking step that’s anything but. This close, I can look into his eyes and see the blackened abyss that is his soul. There’s something unhinged in his gaze that he doesn’t bother to tuck away behind the pretense of civility. I guess with a lifeless corpse laying a few feet away from us courtesy of his left hand, he doesn’t need to.

A loud crunch tells me he’s crushed the candy down to dust between his teeth. He sucks briefly on the pieces, then swallows. My eyes track the leisurely movement of his throat, then fly up to meet his gaze when he speaks.

“You’ve caught my attention.”

My breath catches in my throat at his declaration. I shake my head. “I don’t want it.”

“It’s not up to you,amor.”

He might as well have branded me with a hot poker. His lips roll over that ‘r’ like they’ve been commissioned to do so. Something much more dangerous replaces the crazed look in his eyes.

Hunger.

His gaze drops slowly down to my neckline where my breasts are still obscenely on display thanks to Dagny. I watch as a storm rolls through his features, twisting them with desire so potent that this time I do take a step back.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

He lifts his gaze back up to mine, that same aroused look still stamped on his face. “How am I looking at you?”

“Like…like you’re picturing me naked.”

He inhales like he’s absorbing my perfume and his eyes close briefly. When they open, the pupils are so dilated the golden color makes up nothing more than the outer ring of his iris.

“I’m not picturing you naked,” he purrs.

Shakily, I say, “Good.”

“I’m imagining how pretty you’re going to look on your knees, wide-eyed and staring up at me as I fuck your mouth. Yes,” he adds throatily in response to my open-mouthed reaction. “That’s exactly the face I’m picturing you making.”

I take another step back and he follows, those same lazy steps looking far more predatory than before. His gaze drops seductively back down to my neckline.

“Now I’m thinking about how I’m going to fuck these tits and cover them in my cum.”

I put a hand out to keep him from coming any closer. My fingers graze his chest and a jolt thunders up my arm. I pull my hand away at the burn.

My back bumps against one of the enclosed exhibits. I have nowhere to go, I’m truly trapped.

“And I’m obsessing over how you’re going to moan for me when I sink into your tight cunt for the first time.”

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