Page 115 of Vicious Saint
“Fuck you.” I march farther into the room, gathering whatever clothes I can off the bed.
There’s a lot worse than fury emanating off Saint when he locks his wrist around mine to spin me around. “What’s the matter, Jimi? Scared of what I’ll see behind that towel?”
Ripping my arm away, I grit out, “I’m not scared of anything.”
“I’m starting to see that.”
“Good. Now get the fuck out so I can get dressed.”
Saint’s eyes dip. “I’d much rather reminisce.”
It really is sad how hard this guy tries to rattle me.
Especially when it comes to my body.
And fuck if I’m gonna let him do it now, not after how much he embarrassed me last time I was naked in front of a guy.
Sucking air through my teeth, I tell him, “Fine,” then drop the towel, leaving me on display in nothing but a black bra and panties.
Thankfully two of my best ones.
Saint’s inhale is sharp, and I eat. That. Shit. Up.
“See somethin’ you like?”
He swallows, choosing silence when I need anything but.
So, I pop a hand on my hip and glare up at him, playing more on his weakness in an attempt to exploit it.
“Hello? You gonna answer or what?”
“That depends…”
“On?”
“You. If you want me showin’ or tellin’.”
The intention behind the words speaks volumes.
Not that it matters.
Because I refuse to relinquish the upper hand.
Feigning a gag, I swipe my hoodie off the mattress, throwing it over my head and sliding my arms inside in one smooth motion.
“I guess they allow pigs inCyprus.”
“Not many people in the world are capable of telling this one no.”
I’m given no time to prepare a witty response, because Saint pushes me down to sit on the bed, and again when I try to stand. I pin him with a look, then cast another behind him to where I know Carlo is waiting.
Saint bends over to coax my attention, both hands on his knees. “You think your Italian could stop me if I wanted to hurt you?”
I play my cards real careful, unsure if it’s smart to have Saint know I’ve become privy to Vicious.
Since technically, Iaminvading his territory.
“I’m starting to believenot many people in the worldcould stop you from wanting to hurt me.”
