Page 120 of Deviant

“Do you? Why, then? Give me one good reason why I should believe you?”

She takes a deep breath, the hue of her eyes turning a melancholic brown.

“Because if you die, then I’ve failed Nora in every way that counts. She’d never forgive me if her cherished brother died because of me. I’ve taken too much from her already. I can’t take you too.”

It’s with the name of my sister falling from her lips that I shove her to her back and loom my entire body over hers.

“Be very careful with what you say next, Rowen,” I warn sinisterly.

Her gaze turns soft as she places her palms on my cheeks, her touch just as tender as her gaze.

“I know it was you in that alley the other night. I know it was.”

I don’t say anything in return because I want that kernel of doubt to course through her brain and corrupt all her sanity. Especially now when she’s so intent on playing her own mind games on me.

“You can deny it all you want, but I know it was you. Do you want to know why I’m so certain of it? Because your hate is like a brand on my skin. On my very soul. I’d know the feel of it anywhere with just one touch.”

My heart starts rattling in its cage as she stares at me with such longing that I almost forget that hate is all I feel for her.

“You’re fucking sick in the head, you know that, right?” I try to jest, but my voice comes out husky and hungry.

“I’m starting to think maybe we both are,” she says, batting those eyelashes at me, her teeth biting her bottom lip in a way that has my sight focusing on that one spot.

“Why is it whenever we’re alone, you stare at me like all you want is to get fucked? Why do you think that is, huh?” I taunt, daring her to deny it.

“Maybe it’s because I do.”

Fuck me.

“Don’t fucking play games with me, Roe,” I say through gritted teeth, pulling her arms above her head by her wrists and binding them there.

“Who says I’m playing?” she counters, spreading her legs out wide until I’m nestled right in between her thighs.

Fuck this girl, but she knows how to tempt a man.

There’s such longing in her gaze, such desperation, that my cock instantly begs to be sprung free just so he can slide into her tight pussy again.

But I know better this time.

Rowen needs to be soaking wet before she can take me in fully; otherwise, she won’t enjoy a minute of it. And unlike my dipshit of a brother who selfishly took all she had to give, while offering her nothing in return, I want her to enjoy this. I want to burn the memory into her head of me inside her and erase all others. I want to hear her beg me to ruin her. Beg and cry out my name, knowing it will be the last name she will ever say. The name of the man who will be her end.

I want… I want…

I want her.

I lick my lips, her eyes glued to my mouth.

“If we start this, there’s no turning back,” I threaten.

“Promise?”

My forehead creases at the sight of hope in her half-mast gaze. I pretend that I didn’t see it and give her my best wolfish grin instead.

“You can’t say I didn’t warn you, so don’t come crying to me later when you change your mind.”

She engulfs my face in her delicate hands again and stares me in the eye.

“I won’t change my mind. You… this… is all I want.”

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