Page 85 of Wicked Devotion
Lily clears her throat. “Guys, don’t you think it’s enough?”
“No,” we both snap back at the same time.
I press my boot down harder, and Max’s pained grunts are like music to my ears.
“Go on, tap out, sunshine.”
“Thought this was supposed to be a fight,” he says, lifting his hips. “Could’ve just said you wanted to fuck,” he teases, yelping when I step down hard.
A flush creeps up his chest, a sweaty sheencovering his toned body—and all I can think about is sinking my teeth into his flesh like a starved animal.
“New rule,” I force out through gritted teeth. “You’re on the ground for more than ten seconds; you lose.”
Max claws at my calf, but I’m not budging.
“Eight… Nine… Ten. Well, don’t be a sore loser.”
When I remove my foot, there’s a pretty boot print showing on the front of Max’s jeans, right where his half-chub is straining the denim.
He gets up, adjusting his cock while he looks at me with a grin that can’t mean anything good.
“I’ve never been a sore loser, Logan. You won, fair and square, right? So she’s going to sleep in your room. Just like me.”
He pats my shoulder, leaving me fuming as Lily hands him his shirt.
“You can’t—“ I mumble, wiping away the blood dripping from my lip.
“New rule,” Max says, putting his arm around Lily’s shoulder. “Since we’re playing dirty now.”
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MAX
Idon’t need to look behind me to know how Logan glares at me. A gaze like daggers going through the back of my skull, almost as if he’s jealous.
But his feelings for me aren’t like that, no matter how many nights I fall asleep wishing that things would change. Logan’s feelings for me, if they can even be called that, don’t justify jealousy. What we have is possession, not love. Ownership; the most I’ll ever get from him.
This leaves only one other option: Lily is the cause of his jealousy because his feelings for her are different. Deeper, more honest, and I decide to stop thinking about it before I become as irritable as him.
“It was my fault, right?” Lily says once we’re back inside the cabin, worry plastered on her face as she wipes some blood off of my lip.
“Not at all, baby. That’s just how he is. You’ll grow a thicker skin over time. Try to keep in mind that the problem usually isn’t somethingyoucould control.”
“Did stuff like this happen before I came along?” she asks, her brows furrowing.
“Constantly,” I lie.
Sure, Logan’s mood swings are nothing new to me, but the frequency and severity of our issues have admittedly increased since Lily joined us. Still, it’s not her fault.
“He hurt you.”
“Yeah, because we were fighting, baby. It would be pretty counterproductive notto hurt each other.”
Lily doesn’t look too convinced, and I think I get where her nervousness is coming from.
“He would never hurt you, Lily. Emotionally? Sure. But like this?” I point at my face. “Never. Logan has killed men in unimaginable ways, right in front of me, but he would cut his hands off before he’d put them on a woman in a way she doesn’t want.”
“Snitches get stitches, sunshine,” a familiar voice calls out to me.
