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Zapping him with a tiny bit of power, she stepped out of his embrace when he cursed, ignoring just how wet he’d made her.

Fuck twenty-five minutes. She wasn’t going to make it.

Draining the rest of the water, she headed toward the door, hoping he wouldn’t follow her.

But deep down she wished he would.

The door was locked.

Nova glared at him, feeling the euphoria disappear as she instantly went into survival mode. “Open it.”

Dex stared at his thumb and the purple lipstick on it. “I didn’t lock it.”

“Well, it’s fucking locked.”

He looked at her then and she actually took a step backward at the rage she saw in his eyes. “You think I would trap you up here?”

Nova hesitated and that made him even angrier. “I don’t know what to think,” she said honestly. “You’re hot and then cold. One minute you want my attention, the next you want me to leave and tell me it’s not safe in a place you own. Where am I supposed to go then, Dex? Am I supposed to stay home like a good little girl?”

His eyes flashed.

Oh, shit. He waspissed.

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DEX

He wanted to argue with her, but she was right and that only made him angrier.

It triggered his chaos cravings and Dex was giving her a sharp grin before he’d picked up on the shift. “As much as I’d like to call you a good girl, I don’t think you’d like it very much.”

Another blush, but he’d ticked her off.

Good.

All the questions in the world, and she chose to ask why he was angry. This witch was so fucking confusing and she had the fucking gall to sayhewas hot and cold?

“What would you do in this situation?” he asked her, licking the lipstick off his finger. It tasted like blackberries. “What if you were up here with someone else and not me? Tell me what you’d do.”

Something in her changed, and it made him practically purr in appreciation.

“What’s the game, Dex, I get away and you leave me alone?”

He slipped his hands in his pockets and took a deep breath. If he wasn’t careful, his demon side would trigger his angel side and the result of that was never pretty. “What prize do you want?”

Conflicted emotions flickered in her eyes, and he understood completely.

Dex should never have put his fucking hands on her. Nova was an addiction he couldn’t afford to have, but every time she moved, all he could see was the flawless skin over her abs, unmarked and untouched.

The girl worked out hard, and he wanted to see what she could do. On top of him, under him – whatever she’d agree to.

But considering his position in the syndicate…

There was a reason he kept a distance from everybody and everything except Agmos.

“Could we be friends?” she asked.

That was the very last thing he’d thought she’d ask for. Dex felt all his rage stutter and he’d never felt it do that. It never stopped until he found release, one way or another – blood, cum, it was all the same to his demon.

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