Page 25 of The Devil's Hunt

"Are you sure?" he questioned.

"Yep."

"No, he's not," Mila's tiny voice interrupted.

I frowned and shot her a warning look. If she noticed, she didn't give any indication. Instead, she tilted her chin up, clearly unbothered.

In a deceptively sweet, sing-song tone that was hard to say no to, she continued, "Let the doctor do his job. It'll only take a few minutes,right, Gage?" She paused, checking with him to see if her bold assumption was correct.

Daring me to argue with her.

"Yeah, Archer. Let me, the doctor, do my job," Gage's eyes glinted with restrained laughter as he teased me, knowing I despised being told what to do. But I could see the amusement dancing in his gaze as he played along. I knew he was silently relishing this, and I glared at him with a look that conveyed my annoyance, but he only smirked in response.

"Five minutes, tops," Gage taunted, reveling in my frustration.

"Fine. But then you can fuck off," I retorted, sitting on the bed next to Mila.

She raised her eyebrows, surprised at my harsh words, but quickly lowered them when Gage chuckled. She must have realized by then that we had a habit of exchanging playful insults. As Gage pulled out a suture kit and wound cleanser and went to work, Mila edged closer to watch him work. Her attention was utterly captivated as he expertly stitched up my wound, her eyes following every move as if drawn to a mesmerizing flame. As the suture needle pierced my skin, pulling the edges of my wound together, I watched her. She seemed completely at ease, as if watching someone get a wound stitched was a routine thing in her life.

My eyes were fixated on her, watching as her lips parted and her eyes focused intently on Gage's work. And for the briefest moment, her eyes met mine, and in them was a raw, intense look of longing. She quickly looked away, but I saw it. I felt the surge of desire welling up inside me, and I knew I had to have her.

Gage finished stitching, surveying his work with a proud smile as he cleaned the area again. "That's it," he said.

"Thank you, Gage," I replied, tentatively touching the stitches.

As Gage gathered his things and was prepared to leave, I could see Mila's eyes following him, still enthralled by his work. When he closed the door behind him, I looked into her eyes, seeing the same desire I felt churning inside of me. "Do you want me to call Gage back and leave you two alone?"

She blinked, snapping out of whatever trance she was in. "Excuse me?"

"The way you are looking at him."

"What way?" She furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Like you want to fuck him."

"I was not," she protested weakly.

"I know that look."

"You don't know shit." Her anger flared, radiating off of her in waves as she angrily flung the blanket off her body and stood, glaring at me, before grabbing her wet clothes.

Fury radiated from her every move as she stormed toward the bathroom. Without hesitation, I lazily got to my feet and followed her like a predator stalking his prey. When she realized what I was doing, she attempted to slam the door shut.

But I was faster.

In one swift movement, I pushed my way inside until she stumbled backward in shock. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she cried out, attempting to shield herself with her wet clothes.

"I may not knowshit, but I know what desire looks like," I growled, closing the door behind me and backing her against the wall.

Her eyes were wide with fear and arousal, her breaths ragged as she tried to push me away. I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other roamed over her body hungrily. Her clothes fell to the ground in a forgotten heap as she stood before me, completely exposed.

"Let go of me," she whispered, her voice laced with defiance.

Defiance that made my cock twitch.

"I'll let go of you if you tell me that you wanted to fuck Gage," I countered, my eyes never leaving hers. "You want to know what those skilled hands feel like on your body, don't you, little rabbit?"

"What do you want from me, Archer?”

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