Page 128 of Never Fall for an Angel

“I think the real problem was I couldn’t hate you, even when you were breaking my heart,” she whispers, and everything falls silent. Fuck, even the waves quiet down. The air around us hums, and a volatile energy cackles between us.

“You were never meant to be mine, Mila. I took you. The world took back.”

Something passes through her gaze. A bitter resentment for my choosing to leave. She doesn’t know why I did it. She probably never will, but in her eyes, I didn’t fight for her. I abandoned her at a time when she probably needed me most.

Even if I never left her side.

“It’s not like it matters anymore, right,” she says, turning to step inside, but at the last second, something like panic rushes through my veins, and I drop the bags, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her back.

I step into her, pressing her back against the door and looming over her. Her hands rest on my abs, sending heat straight to my cock.

“Go on,” I murmur, my nose sliding up the smooth column of her neck. “Tell me you hate me, Mila.”

I know she wants to. She wants to tell me she wishes I would have stayed gone. How much she despises me for leaving.

She can’t, though. It would just be another lie between us.

“Tell me I’m worthless and that you never want to see me again.”

Her breath hitches, her fingers fist in the material of my shirt, and my abs flex underneath her hands.

“Tell me not to kiss you,” I breathe, heart fucking pounding in my throat.

My lips hover over hers, the air between us humming with electricity. Every nerve ending begs for me to kiss her. I never thought I could get so fucking wrapped up in the way another person’s lips feel against mine until I’d been denied kissing Mila Carpenter.

“Touch me,” she whispers in the darkness surrounding us. “Please.”

A groan rumbles through my chest, vibrating against her fingers, and she sucks in a shaky breath when I bend down, gently pressing my lips to the side of her throat instead of her mouth. I suck the flesh, nipping the racing of her pulse like I can punish her for denying me her lips. She rolls her hips into mine, grinding into my hard cock nestled against her stomach. “Tell me what you need,” I rasp, against her throat, nipping and sucking a line down to her collarbone.

“You,” she breathes, and I smile wickedly while my thumb toys with one of the buttons on her dress. My fingers brush over the skin below her ass, and there’s a brief and shining moment where I have her in the palm of my hand.

“Do you need me here?” I ask, my hand slipping over her stomach and up to toy with her nipples through her dress and bra. Her eyes clench shut, a shaky breath leaving her lips at the friction.

She shakes her head.

“How about here?” I taunt, moving lower until my fingers brush over her inner thigh, and she shakes her head again. “Going to have to use your words, little devil.”

“Please don’t make me say it . . .” she whispers, her cheeks flaming, and I can’t help but smirk.

“You won’t get what you want unless you tell me, sweetheart.”

She closes her eyes, pushing out a soft breath between her lips. When she finally opens them again and turns those pretty eyes on me in the moonlight . . . fuck.

“Will you fuck me?”

It’s unconfident, full of nerves and self-consciousness, but there’s a determination in her gaze.

It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

And then a throat clears behind us.

I’m reaching for my gun when Mila jumps, letting out a soft squeak. Only the moment I turn, ready to shoot whoever the fuck thought they could come out toourfucking island, I’m met with a gaze that mirrors my own.

Levi Cross smirks, his gaze pinned on mine despite the gun I have aimed at his head.

I can’t lie and say I’m not still thinking about using it.

Fucker interrupted me.

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