Page 12 of Pretty When He Bleeds

“Fuck you,” he growls and sneers at me.

I grin and bite my bottom lip, watching as his eyes flick to my mouth and back up. “Careful, Hotshot, I might take that as an invitation.”

“Get off me,” he snaps, his voice rising.

I can’t help but laugh in his face. “Why? So you can run off and find some other idiot to hit you? Face it, you’re a walking punchline, so I’m offering my services. You want to get hurt and I’ve got just enough anger to give it to you.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, and that’s all I need to know about the effect I’m having on him. I lean in close and drag my tongue over his split lip; the coppery tang of his blood heading straight to my cock.

“Anytime you need it,” I say, tilting my head to the side. “Come find me and I’ll make sure you feel every hit.”

“Why the fuck are you licking me?” he growls, but he doesn’t try to push me away again.

“Just making it personal,” I say against his lips, my breath hot on his skin. “Isn’t that what you want, Roman? For someone to get close enough to hurt you just the way you like?”

He narrows his eyes at me but still doesn’t push me away. I watch as his pupils blow out and for a second I think he might snap. But he doesn’t. He just stares at me with his body locked up like he’s barely holding himself together.

“You’re fucking insane,” he murmurs, his voice breathless.

“Maybe,” I drawl. “But I think you like that about me.”

I feel as he fists his hands at his sides, but he still doesn’t push me away. “You don’t know a fucking thing about me.”

I chuckle low and let my smirk widen. “I know enough. I know you’re standing here, letting me do this to you when you could have stopped me two minutes ago. You like getting hurt, I can see it. You like the pain and you’ll take it from anyone willing to give it to you.”

His chest rises sharply and his shoulders move as if he’s gearing up for a fight, but I stay rooted.

“Whenever you need it,” I murmur. “You know where to find me.”

This time I step back, but I keep my gaze locked on him, daring him to make the first move. For a moment he doesn’t. He just stands there, breathing heavily, his lip still glistening from my tongue, and the unmistakable sight of his hard cock straining against his jeans.

Interesting.

“You’re a fucking mistake waiting to happen, Damon,” he finally says through gritted teeth, his tone biting.

I grin, still tasting his blood on my tongue as I lick my lips. “So are you, Hotshot. Guess that makes us a perfect match.”

Before he can respond, I turn and walk away from him. Not just because I’m done talking, but if he had a chance to look carefully, he’d be able to see that I’m just as fucking hard as he is.

Roman

I’mrootedonthespot as I watch Damon walking away from me, my brain short-circuiting as I try to piece together what the fuck just happened. I can still feel the warm press of his body pinning me to the wall while his words still echo in my mind like a bad song on repeat.

You want to get hurt and I’ve got just enough anger to give it to you.

My fists are clenched, my jaw is tight, and my chest is heaving but none of that bothers me as much as the bulge in my jeans. I look down and it’s obvious as hell that he saw it. The fucker licked me. Licked the blood off my lips like it was his to take and now I’m hard as a fucking rock.

“What the fuck,” I mutter to myself and run a hand through my hair, pulling at the short strands.

I want to blame the adrenaline, the fight, and the tension that has simmered between us since the first time I saw him on campus. But none of that explains why my body is betraying me like this. It doesn’t explain why my stomach twisted when he pinned me against the wall and it certainly doesn’t explain why my pulse kicked up when he dragged his tongue over my lip.

It’s fucked. All of it.

I stay outside for a few minutes longer before deciding I need to get the fuck out of here. I pull up my hood and straighten my back, and for some fucked-up reason, I lick my split lip and immediately hate the fact that I can taste Damon’s nicotine.

Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I walk back inside and head straight to our table. Kill immediately spots me and he frowns when his gaze moves to my cheek.

“You good?” he asks, while pushing the blonde from his lap and ignoring her protests.

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