Page 9 of The War Revision
I try not to linger on his kissable lips or on how his eyes dance with wicked playfulness. Because I’m not looking at him that way. Totally behaving over here.
“You meant to say low place.” I point at the floor. “Down, down below.”
He snorts. Yes, he actually finds my taunting funny, while I’m a hundred percent serious. He’s the Devil. Nobody knows what he’s capable of but me. The golden hair and red lips are a disguise to hide his real horrific form.
Now that I’m this close to him, I see black shadows under his eyes. He looks tired. Moving must be a bitch, even for the evil one.
“What did you do?” he asks, peeling himself off the wall with a subtle movement.
Dressed in those faded jeans, Cole is more delicious than anything the buffet in the living room can offer.Wow, slow down there.This casual side of him is dangerous. Alluring. I prefer him wearing stiff suits. They make him look uptight and untouchable.
“Well, Irelievedmyself and washed my hands. Do you check on all your guests when they exit the bathroom? Kinky,” I taunt him again.
He keeps staring at me with that unperturbed, superior look on his face and flashes his teeth. Something he does when he sees through my bullshit
“No, I reserve the privilege only for you.”
“Don’t I feel special,” I deadpan.
“How about we call a truce when we are in our apartments?” he proposes. Too late for that. My little ladies are already looking for a place to…nest.
“You mean the apartment you stole from me?”
“From you? Didn’t see your name on the contract I signed.”
Fuck the contract. “Fuck the contract!” I push a finger on his chest and yank it away as soon as I feel the hardness of his pec. “You knew I wanted this apartment. Everybody knew it. I screamed it at the four winds!”
“And that was your mistake. Always play your cards close to your chest.” Cole smiles at me, the way people smile at something adorable, but clueless. Asshole.
My eyes follow his hand moving on his solid pec, rubbing the defined muscles I can clearly see pulling at the fabric.
“Like you do? I don’t want to die celibate and alone,” I push back. I never realized how damn good he smells, like rich sandalwood and crisp air.
“The fact that I don’t flaunt my conquests right and left like you do, doesn’t mean I’m celibate.” Has his voice taken a gruff tone, or am I imagining it?
His jaw ticks. Looks like I finally found a weak spot.
“The fact that you call them conquests says it all about yourcoitalprowess,” I snide.
His laugh is hoarse and so deep I feel a shiver coming down my spine.
What’s this? What’s happening? Why am I standing so close to him?
“You shouldn’t talk to me like this, darling.” I hate when he uses that nickname.
“Why not, Beelzebub?” I challenge him.
He leans toward me. “Because your balls will be mine when you die. I’ll own your dirty body and lunatic mind.”
Damn, is it getting hot in here? I’ll definitely go to hell when my time comes.
I swallow his words down and use my brashness to push away the sudden arousal he’s ignited in me. “Is that another kinky way of saying you want me to fuck you?”
His eyes darken dangerously. “I don’t get fucked. I fuck, darling. Hard and rough, giving both your brain and slutty hole an ecstasy ride they’ll never forget.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
My dick is drooling hungrily inside my briefs and…
