Page 28 of Diem

The cell phone guy finally looks up and his brows crinkle. “Who’s she?”

“What are you doing here?” Diem demands, grabbing my arm.

Hate glances between us while I wrench away futilely. “You’re not the new girl?”

“What new girl?” Diem rasps, his jaw ticking.

“I’m—“ I start to say but Diem bulldozes right over me. “Nope. Let’s go.”

“Hold on,” Hate says, eyeing me speculatively. “You’re cute. You looking for work, sugar?”

Diem drops my arm and swings toward Hate with a flinty expression.

Hate’s lip curls and he waves at me, saying, “Never mind.”

“That’s fucking right,” Diem grunts, grabbing for me again, but I step out of his reach and open the door.

“Dammit,” Diem rasps, picking me up from behind and stalking down the hall. After pushing his way into the women’s bathroom, he barks, “Out.”

Several girls shriek but they all scatter while I stare at him wide eyed. I don’t know whether to be frightened by the ferocity behind his eyes…or turned on.

When he stalks toward me, I step back, eyeing the tic in his jaw.“What are you doing here, sweetheart?”

My belly pulses and I cover my stomach hoping he can’t sense my need, but his nostrils flare and he dips his chin, staring into my eyes. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Um…” I say, my lips parting when he circles my neck with his hand.

“Yes?”

The deep rumble of his voice cascades over me like chocolate and whimpering I turn my head away.

“You can’t fucking stay out of trouble, can you?”

“Whatever,” I whisper before his mouth slams to mine.

The warmth of his lips feels so good that I gasp, opening on a moan. Diem chuckles and teases his tongue inside, while trailing his fingers down my neck. A lick of fire surges through my veins and I acknowledge that he may be a jerk, but my body doesn’t care. I’ve missed his touch, but I’ll be damned if I let him burn me again.

Resolved, I go to push him away and Diem leans back, caressing his thumb over my lip, around my cheek and down my neck. Against my will, I tilt my head for better access, craving the feel of his hands. His mouth tilts at the corner and the small display of emotion makes me a puddle of liquid fire.

“So hot,” he rasps, his hand spanning my waist as he pulls me closer. My nipples tighten when he splays his large hand over my stomach and runs his tongue up my neck. Tipping my head back, I close my eyes, curling around him.

With a groan, he drops his warm lips to mine once more, a juxtaposition to his icy demeanor, before running his tongue along my lower lip slowly. With a sigh, I open, and he caresses inside, tangling his tongue with mine.

The combined weight of his hands and mouth on my skin rushes through me in a painfully pleasurable wave and I arch into the air, gratified when he grips my hips. His eyes glow with dark fire and he runs his hard length against my core. This may be stupid, and I will surely regret it, but I need, in the wake of everything, because I feel empty. This asshole with his cruelty makes me feel in a way no one else ever has.

Sensing my acquiescence, Diem lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him before grinding against length.

“Fuck,” Diem groans, pulling up my skirt and twirling his fingers over my clit.

“Yes,” I cry when he pushes aside my panties and presses into me roughly.

With a grunt, he bucks into me, bottoming out and moaning, “Fuck.”

Silently agreeing, I open my eyes to find him staring at me with an intensity that makes me squirm. He ruts into me violently and my clit pulses with each aching thrust.

“Oh,” I cry and convulse around him, enjoying every piece of pleasure he brings with his passion.

“Mm,” he grunts, circling my clit again, before tapping the aching bud.

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