Page 111 of Tortured Soul
He tilted his head to the side, contemplating my words, his eyes studying me.
“Hot and cold?”
“Oh, don’t play dumbnow,” I groaned.
He cocked a brow, his thumb rubbing deeper circles on the arch of my foot.
I successfully managed to keep my eyes from rolling in the back of my head. My toes, curling on themselves, were not as cooperative. I wanted to push my feet to kick the damn smug smile off his face.
“Enlighten me.”
There’s no way in hell he didn’t know what I was talking about. But, because I wanted to make my point, I did.
“This morning during the meeting, the second our hands touched you acted like I had the plague again. Then, you kept my hand in yours the whole way from Carrie’s office to the restaurant. There too, you seeked contact and teased me, acting all kind and playful, only to go back to cold and distant the second you stood up for us to go see Dimitri.
“And there, youdismissedme like I was your personal assistant and you couldn’t be bothered to look at my face. Were you so annoyed thatI took Dimitri’s side? Was that it? But again, if it was, why did you already give me the cold shoulder during the meeting? I don’t—”
I yelped as he leaned forward, his hands sliding from my waist to my ass to pull me over his lap.
“Arc, what the—”
I stopped myself, lips parted as I stared at his face in shock. He seemed completely relaxed, his head back, supported by the side of the tub. His eyes hooded as they looked into mine, his gaze not going down to look at my nowfullyvisible breasts over the water. Both my hands were on his shoulders, preventing me from falling against him or backward as his were still on my ass.
I tried to avoid thinking about the fact that I could feel his length against my core, or that my legs were awkwardly hooked over his forearms, spreading me open for him.
“I have a good explanation; do you want to hear it?” he whispered, eyes drifting to my lips as his cock throbbed against me.
I nodded, eyes wide.
“As I told you before, you make my demon side more…active. And I try to keep it down when I have to deal with delicate matters, such as the camp security and…rogue Nephilims.”
I gasped in outrage, swatting at his chest with one of my hands. He chuckled, straightening up to bring our faces closer together.
“What, would you have preferred my Hellriser’s side to throw you over that table to fuck you in front of Carter, Carrie, and Dimitri? Because, that’s what the sight of you, slightly disheveled and wearing a dress, smelling like sex, and a hint of me from the fact that you wore my T-shirt all night, made me want to do.
“Would you have wanted it to throw a fit in that room when you so openly took Dimitri’s side and not mine? Because I swear to you, that part of me is not pretty to see. It’s a jealous beast, and you’ve hurt itspride.”
I gulped as his nose brushed mine playfully.
He pulled me higher against him, causing his stiff length to slide against my clit.
“You have the power to unleash that monster into the world, and I can’t let that happen,” he whispered, his breath warming my lips. “Keeping you in my arms at night without touching you myself is my way of appeasing it and staying in control.”
My breath hitched in my throat as he nibbled on my bottom lip, his hands flexing on my ass, my breasts now plastered against his chest. A blush crept up my cheeks at the position we were in; my legs spread and hung over the crook of his arms, his cock hard against my entrance.
“And I can’t risk losing control, blondie. Not right now. Not when there’s so much at stake.”
“What’s at stake?” I asked, shivering in his arms.
He grinned, flashing his sharp canines.
“Enough that I need to stay away from you, but I can’t. So I’m trying to content myself with shallow touches.”
Why did everything sound like fucking riddles?
“Why are you letting me touch you right now?” Arc whispered against my lips.
Why was I?
