Page 79 of Bad Blood
Then she hollows her cheeks…and sucks.
And once again, my prized control snaps like a dry twig.
I drag my thumb from her mouth, only to slam her up against the wall and replace it with my tongue. Diving my fingers in her messy bun, I pull at the strands while grinding against her.
Her moans are feeding the monster I warned her about.
I fucking warned her…
She kisses me back just as hard, taking everything I have to give, but the harder we kiss, the more I know her lips won’t be enough to calm this storm.
I want more.
I want her.
I reach for the zipper on her jeans, and she stiffens. “Santi…stop.Stop!”
But it’s too late. My monster has already consumed me. All I can do is brace my palms against the wall and lock my arms to keep from doing something I can’t take back.
After a couple of wide-eyed blinks, Thalia ducks under my arm. Pressing her fingertips against her swollen lips, she backs away, her eyes never leaving me. “I can’t… Not after…”
“Thalia.”
“I’ll stay out of your way.” She reaches behind her for the door handle. “I… I have to go.”
I close my eyes, trying to breathe through the thick haze of unsatisfied lust.She did it again. She fucking made me lose control again.This hot and cold seesaw has to stop. I can’t destroy someone and hunger for them at the same time.
I have to get my shit together.
When my head finally clears, I open the door and barrel straight into a five-foot three tornado ready to level me to the ground.
“Was it worth it?”
“If you’re referring to my new bride, you’re going to have to be more specific.” I go to step around my sister when she hobbles in front of me, blocking my path.
“While I have no doubt backing her into a corner was the highlight of your year, I’m referring to me.”
Okay, so we’re doing this right now.“What egregious sin have I committed this time?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest with a sigh.
“How about drugging me so I couldn’t attend my own brother’s wedding?”
I stiffen. The bite in her delivery tells me it’s not just an accusation. When Lola is mad, she reacts like a Carrera—methodical and calculating with very little emotion. But when she’s hurt, she’s vicious.
“I’m not stupid, Santi,” she scowls, shoving a surprisingly powerful jab into my chest. “I was roofied, remember? I know what being drugged feels like.” The tightness in her face fades, only to be replaced by a devastated frown. “But until now, I didn’t know what it felt like to be drugged by my own brother.”
Fuck, she went straight for the jugular.
“I did it for your protection.”
“Bullshit,” she hisses, her eyes narrowing in accusation. “You did it foryourprotection.”
“From who?” I shout, the pain in my gut turning into something much darker. “You? I’m king of this empire.”
Those light blue eyes narrow again as she studies me. “Well, your highness, bullets aren’t as sharp as arrows.”
“You should probably take the rest of the day off. It appears the drugs aren’t fully out of your system.” I push past her again. This time she doesn’t try to stop me.
“I saw the way you looked at her,” she calls after me. “This isn’t just about revenge, Santi. She’s getting to you.”
