Page 58 of Satanic Shadow
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When the dizziness from him materializing us into his room subsides, I contemplate real-life murder for the first time ever. There have been multiple moments where I’ve wanted to hurt Dane, but right now, as he holds me up against his door completely naked, I think I might end his life.
Yet my body sings with the proximity—the closeness, and the way my legs are wrapped around his waist and his hands grip my thighs. My skin tingles with his breath on my neck, and I can’t pull my gaze away from his silver eyes as he lifts them to look down at me.
Would it be acceptable for him to be inside me while I slap him?
Among the confusion of building heat and my tightening nipples rubbing against his shirt—as well as wishing I could hex him—I listen to him give a deep chuckle, and then my inner dirty thoughts are incinerated to dust as his lips come down on mine.
The kiss is sudden and catches me off guard, yet I respond the only way I feel is right and melt into it. Dane feasts on my mouth like he hasn’t eaten for days, a starved animal ravaging its preywith brutality. He’s sucking on my bottom lip and biting while his hands keep me against him. I can hear his thoughts—they run wild between us—and I can barely latch on to one as I kiss him harder.
My fingers capture the curls at his nape in a fierce grip as I yank his head to slant to the side, our tongues moving together for this fifth and last kiss. Tasting and teasing. I can feel him between my legs, my bare and open thighs, and I rub against his very clothed, very muscular body.
I sink my teeth into his bottom lip and tug, making sure it hurts.
He hisses and presses into me harder, the ridges of his cock to my core, and I battle the urge to slip my hand down his chest and rip his pants open, to stroke him until he swells in my hold, to grind against just the head and smear him with my arousal.
Dane groans into my mouth, most likely seeing the image I’ve made, what a very dark, very irresponsible version of me wants from my enemy.
This is all for the assignment of course.
Then I remember how nasty he is, the way he spoke about me to his friends, how he wants to kill me when we get off the island, and I drag my mouth away from him. He attempts to bury his face against my collarbone, assuming that’s what I want, but as he sucks on the flesh there, I pull his hair hard and tug his mouth away from my skin.
“That’s… that’s enough,” I say, panting, still keeping a fist of his hair in my grip. “That’s enough.”
His eyebrows furrow. “That was only fifty-one seconds.”
I gape at him, silent as I inhale through my nose, keeping my lips parted. They’re swollen from his mouth on mine. Our gazes are locked, neither of us breaking it.
“Nine seconds more and this could’ve been done with,” he says finally searching my face, my forced blank expression. “Was that intentional?”
“You can read my mind. You tell me.”
“That’s not how it works,” he replies, the silver in his eyes flickering back to his ordinary green.
I flatten my lips and glance away from him, studying our surroundings, pressing my chest into his to hide my breasts. He watches me as my eyes travel around us, to the four-poster bed with red sheets, the perfectly stacked books—probably in a certain order—and a rack of weapons. Some I’ve never seen before in my life. He has a walk-in closet, most likely full of three-piece suits and shiny shoes, and a cage for all his victims.
My eyes lift back to Dane, and I cover my chest with one arm. “I have no clothes on.”
My treacherous pussy pulses as he flexes his fingers. They’re still holding me up by my naked thighs, my legs still wrapped around him. He crushes into me, and my core vibrates, throbs, and begs for more. “I know.”
I let go of my breasts and grab his chin before he can dip down and look at my body. My other hand grips his shoulder for dear life. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’ve kissed you, and I had my arms wrapped around you in the lake while you were in this exact state, remember?”
“This is different.” I keep my hold on him. “I don’t give you permission to look at me.”
Shit. I’ve read all of this—and her—completely wrong.
The intrusive voice in my head is from Dane, and I frown.
His cocky expression falls, and he lowers me to my feet, setting me safely on the ground. “Very well. I apologize.”
Huh? “You… apologize?”
Dane ignores me and keeps his eyes above my head as he waves his hand. One of his white shirts appears, and he slides itup my arms to hide my nakedness. He doesn’t glance down as he fastens each button, although my heart accelerates unhealthily when his fingers graze my heated skin. It’s long enough to nearly reach my knees, the sleeves like parachutes on me. He rolls up each sleeve to my wrist before finally lowering his gaze to me.
“I would never force myself upon you.”
