Page 88 of Thorns of Silence
Phoenix came up to her sister then, and much to my delight, she must have been watching me, or reading my lips at least, because she signed, “Would you shut the fuck up!”
I couldn’t stop thinking about this woman, and here she was, carrying on as if she couldn’t stand me. If I could forgive her spraying me with mace and shooting me, she sure as fuck could get over her anger toward me.
“What is your problem with me?” I snapped.
A bitter laugh passed her lips. Fury flashed in her eyes, and then without a warning, Nix rammed her knee into my groin. I grunted, hunching over as pain shot through me. Fuck, the only woman who could stir my cock hated my guts.
“She’s got issues,” I grunted from my hunched position, staring at Phoenix’s back. Why in the fuck was I always staring at her back? Reina laughed and my eyes narrowed on her. “And you, Reina, are a lousy drunk.”
My “fiancée” spun toward me, equally as pissed off as her sister. If she so much as attempted to ram her knee into my balls, I’d murder someone.
“You… you’re—” She seemed to search for the word. “You are the reason God invented the middle finger, dickwad.”
“You’re a spoiled brat.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, fury quickly unfurling. “You’re a liar, cheater, and—”
I straightened and flashed her a cold smile. “You’re shit-faced, so I’ll give you a pass.”
The girl was seriously starting to piss me off. It would require a blind person to see that this fucking wedding would never happen. Diana joined us then, and I narrowed my eyes on her, remembering that note I found in her safe.
Yapping and glaring continued until Romero finally grew some balls and asked Amon to take Reina home.Now we’re talking. I sighed a breath of relief.
As I watched them leave, I turned my attention to Nix, my eyes instinctively looking for the girl with dark curls in a bright yellow dress. I caught a glimpse of her as she made her way toward the bathrooms.
Reina and my brother forgotten, I excused myself from Romero and followed Nix. Like the creep we both knew I was, I cornered her outside the ladies’ room. She came to a sudden stop as we came face-to-face, a gasp leaving her lips. She glanced around as if hoping someone was there, but it was just the two of us.
“Hello, Nix. Long time no see.”
She glared. “Not long enough,” she signed in staccato movements.
She tried to pass me but I stepped in front of her, blocking her path. It’d been a long time since we played this game of cat and mouse.
“Don’t you think we have some talking to do?”
“No.”
“We do, and we can start with your apology for attempting to hurt our chances at expanding our family by kicking me in my balls.”
She tilted her head, trying to act innocent, but she didn’t fool me. Her skin was flushed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “You’re not my family.”
Her smile faltered as I took a sudden step forward, forcing her back to hit the wall. I brought my arms up, bracing my hands on either side of her.
A breath of air escaped her. Her scent of spring rain caged me in, although she was the one cornered.
“What do you want?” Her graceful fingers trembled. I gripped her wrist, holding her steady, and then brought her index finger slowly to my lips.
My gaze fell on the lock of her hair brushing my forearm. My cock instantly hardened, apparently intact from her earlier attempt at turning me into a eunuch.
The air sparked and her lips parted while the tension between us crackled. I couldn’t resist, so like the bastard I was, I took advantage. My lips found hers and the little sound she made just about killed me. Her soft lips molded against mine as I kissed her.
She tasted as good as I remembered. No,better. Even the alcohol tasted like sweet filth on her tongue. She ran her fingers through my hair, her touch setting me on fire in a way I’d never been able to feel with anyone else.
My cock was hard as steel, twitching with the need to bury itself balls-deep inside her, when a noise startled me.
“Sorry, my bad.” A voice startled us both, but neither one of us moved. Konstantin’s right-hand man, Boris, stood in the hallway, clearly confused about seeing me kissing the wrong sister.
Phoenix, taking the opportunity, ducked and bolted past Boris, who shot me a look, smiling smugly. “What?” I snapped. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the party, not fucking…here?”
