Page 57 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two
“No, because if you can protect yourself, you can get out of this hold, right?” I ask, driving myself crazy by bringing my nose to the space where her neck and shoulder meet.
“You can take me down. Right, baby?”
“Don’t call me ‘baby’,” she hisses, her breath faint.
“Okay, how about ‘Little Liar’ then?” I nip at her ear, feeling ten feet tall and hard as granite when she shivers.
“Let’s see what else you can lie about,” I murmur, placing soft kisses down the column of her neck, decorating the flesh above her breasts. “You want to lie to me and tell me you’re not scared of this Keystone situation?”
She huffs and says, “I’m not scared. It’s going to be fine.”
I growl a laugh, and she bites back a whimper.
“Little,” kiss “Liar.”
“I’m not the liar. You are,” she rasps, and I don’t respond to that. Because I did lie in our relationship, but only once. I lied when I told her I wanted her to leave. Nothing could have been further from the truth.
Her hands move from my chest around my back, her nails scoring into my muscles and making my dick jump.
“Okay, Shae. So lie about this.” I pull back to stare straight into her eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
She freezes, her eyes widening for a flash before narrowing into slits, like a viper.
A mask. It’s all part of her new masks.
Masks I forged for her.
What the hell are you doing, Sandoval?
“Tell me you’re not turned on right now. Tell me that your hard nipples are lying to me. Tell me that if I put my hand down your black lace thong, you wouldn’t be dripping for me.”
Shit, I wouldn’t know a detail like that unless I’d seen her undressed…which I did this morning.
“Fuck you, Storm. Go all the way to Hell,” she bites out.
I bring my face closer to hers, our lips inches from each other.
“Baby, I’m already in Hell.”
I run my hand down her cheek, over her breast and the point of her nipple; I go past her stomach and run a finger across the line of her waistband. She stares at me with blown pupils, her entire being telegraphing her lust.
“Do you want me to get you off, Shae? I bet I know exactly how to make you come. Even after all this time.”
What thefuckam I doing right now?
She laughs, and it’s a dark sound.
“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you, Sandoval? Well, here’s the completely honest truth. Of course, my body remembers yours. That big dick you got? Magical. But do I want it?”
She chuckles and looks down at where my hands are before meeting me head-on.
“Nah, I’m good on it,” she finishes.
If I were a weaker man, I’d be thoroughly put off.
Emasculated.
But I see through her every word to the core of it, and I can tell by how her breaths saw in and out of her chest that she doesn’t fully mean what she’s saying.
