Page 63 of Sold to the Devil
I grab a book I borrowed from Nancy, a book she insisted I needed to read. She told me it was a romance about a witch who accidentally poisons the candy she sells with a love potion, and a hot vampire stalker who eats said candies.
Bewitched, by Eva Rebiuh.
I slide under the silk sheets of our bed and sit up with my back against the headboard, beginning to read.
I'm almost done reading the book and I'm horny as hell. I can feel my cheeks burning and I'm hot. That little bitch forgot to mention it was an erotic book. Talk about romance, there are more sex scenes than romance!
But I felt drawn to the plot and couldn't put the book down. I jump, startled by the sound of the door being unlocked and opened, I quickly close the book, careful not to lose the page I was reading. I look up to see Mattheo closing the door behind him and lock up.
He turns around, and even from where I'm sitting, I can see his eyes light up when he sees me. I smile, and he quickly comes over to me, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. We both sigh into the kiss, happy to be together again.
It's only been a day but I missed him terribly.
He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against mine, his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips.
“Hi,” he mumbles in a tender voice.
“Hi,” I smile.
He pulls away and plants a kiss on my forehead before sitting on the floor by the bed and leaning back on his hands.
“How was your day?” He asks softly.
I tense, knowing he's definitely going to get angry. He notices immediately and frowns, worry appearing on his pretty face.
“What's wrong? Did something happen?” He asks, visibly concerned as he inspects every inch of my face.
He sits down next to me, I place my hand on his thigh and he comes over to intertwine our fingers, gently squeezing my hand to encourage me to tell him.
“Dawson happened,” I begin, I see him tense instantly as his jaw sets. “He locked us in a broom closet and asked me why I am really marrying you. I told him to fuck off, but he kept insisting. He said he and O’Connor could help me if I was forced into this marriage. I don’t know how, but Tom found us and helped me get back here.”
His shoulders are now shaking with anger, and his eyes have darkened. His jaw clenches and unclenches as he tries to control his anger. I sigh, knowing he'll probably do something stupid if he doesn't calm down.
“I'm going to kill that little bastard,” he growls, clenching his free hand into a fist.
I put my bookmark in my book and lay it aside and climb onto his lap. His hands immediately move to my hips, holding me in place. He looks at me, his eyes burning with anger, possessiveness and jealousy.
I swallow, feeling aroused. I'm still a little hot from my book, and the look he's giving me only makes it worse.
I love it when he's jealous.
“Have you spoken with Tom?” He asks through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing.
“He only told me he'd let the teachers know I was sick and would tell our friends what happened. He told me to stay here for the rest of the day and left after I thanked him,” I shrug.
I squeal as his grip on my hips tightens and he moves closer to me, his lips hovering over mine. My breath catches and he grins devilishly.
“What have you been doing all day, all alone, to get so excited, angel?” He mumbles, his voice hoarse with the lust that fills him.
I swallow and shake my head, trying to protest.
“N-nothing. I'm not excited,” I lie in a small voice.
“Oh, don't lie, my angel,” he snorts. “I can tell when you are and right now” He moves his head to the side, his lips brushing my ear, I moan when I feel his breath on my skin. “You are. So tell me what you did to get so turned on.”
“I just read a book,” I finally whisper as my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
He hums again, notices the book I laid aside earlier and grabs it. My eyes widen in horror when I see him open it. His eyes quickly move over the pages, he grins devilishly before closing it and laying it down. I look away in embarrassment, he clicks his tongue before grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.
