Page 228 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Right now?” I ask, but he’s already answering the phone.

I move to stand, but his hand holds me in place when he answers, his gaze pinned on mine, daring me to move.

Alright,Mr. Cross. Have it your way.

Deciding my sole purpose in the moment is to be a menace, I slip my hands up his chest, reveling in the way his abs draw up under my fingers and the way his heart beats harder.

His gaze narrows on mine, but whatever Levi is saying must be important because he, otherwise, doesn’t acknowledge me.

So . . . I take it a step further.

Leaning into him, I press my lips to the pulse fluttering in the side of his throat. I trail higher, running my tongue over the shell of his ear before dragging my teeth over it.

I nip and suck at his flesh, and a rumble reverberates through him, vibrating against me on his lap.

His hand tightens on my hip when I continue to move my hands over him, marking him with my teeth and tongue until I’m sure there will be bruises on my hips from his fingertips tomorrow.

No matter. He started this war.

I’m going to finish it.

Sliding my hands down his sides, I tug his shirt free of his jeans, and he lets me, his gaze flashing in amusement.

“Interesting.”

What’s interesting?I want to ask, but instead, I continue to slip my hands over him while his brother unknowingly distracts him on the other end of the line.

Grabbing what I want from his pocket, I slip off his lap and step back from him, holding up the pair of handcuffs I’d stolen from his back pocket.

“Do you trust me?”

His jaw ticks, his gaze flicking from the handcuffs in my hands then over the length of my bare legs underneath the hem of my robe.

“I’ll call you back,” he murmurs, voice thick. The heaviness settles between my legs. “I have something to take care of right now.”

Hanging up the phone, he places it on the table beside him, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet out in front of him.

God, he looks like a king on a throne.

There’s a moment where my throat closes, and the room buzzes around me.

“What’s your game, little devil?”

“Do you trust me?” I repeat. He’d said the same thing to me months ago, and I’d fallen blindly.

I take a step towards him, and he stiffens but doesn’t move, watching me with a hint of darkly satisfied amusement in his gaze.

“If you wanted me at your mercy, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

I shake my head, sliding my hands up his chest and over the inked skin sticking out from under his button-up.

“We both know that wouldn’t work. You would find a way to control the moment.” I press my lips along the side of his throat. “I want this,” I breathe in his ear.

Then Christian chuckles darkly, slow and menacing.

“Do you trust me?”

I lean over him, running my hands up his hard chest, teasing, and a tremor moves through him under my touch.

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