Page 9 of Dead Bled Ringer
“A joke,” she repeated blankly.
Her beautiful honey-blonde curls were all snarled around her face, the mascara and eyeliner smudged around her bright blue eyes, looking messy and sexy as fuck. Her pink lips were plump and swollen from how hard I had kissed her.
How hard she had kissed me back.
When she thought I was her husband.
“Yeah, a joke. Like, to see if you could tell us apart.”
“To see if you could tell you two apart?” she hissed. “But you made every effort to hide anything that would let me tell you apart.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, even though I was supposed to be Henry and Henry would never apologize.
What was Angel going to think of me now? The way she looked at me was like she fuckingloathedme.
“How did you know that stuff about me?” she demanded.
“What stuff?”
“The stuff Ilike, Hunter! How did you know?”
“Just a good guess,” I said, trying to be offhand, even though I’m fucking dying inside at the fact that she’s drawing her knees into her chest so she’s tucked into a little ball on the table, like she wants to hide from me.
Her cheeks are flaming with rage and embarrassment, and I want to fucking gut myself with a knife that I’ve caused her this pain.
“It wasn’t a good guess,” Angelise said, tightening her lips. “That was so gross. I hated it.”
I felt my self-control snap, and I dragged her back down the table until her wet pussy was pressed and spread against my throbbing dick.
“Didn’t seem like that when you came all over my cock!” I bit out.
I couldn’t let her know the truth.
If she thought I was a fucking scumbag, that I didn’t give a shit about her, it would be safer.
It would be safer to shut my goddamn mouth and leave.
But I couldn’t stop myself.
“BecauseHenrymakes you come? Don’t fucking lie to me, Angelise. He doesn’t give a fuck. You can’t tell meHenry’sever made you come like that.”
I regretted the bitter words as soon as I said them, but it was too late.
“You’re such a bastard!” she gasped.
She started kicking out at me, her adorable tiny foot jabbing at my midsection, kicking so hard she almost toppled off the table.
“Calm down!” I ordered, dragging her down before she fell off it.
With the way I was holding Angel tight, her ass was flush against my cock. She felt so incredibly perfect in my arms, the soft handfuls of her belly and generous curves crushed against my body, and I was seized with my damn reckless streak now that she was already pissed at me.
“Whydo you stay with him?”
I knew my cum was running down her thighs, and her tits were so heavy on the arm that clutched her tight against me.
The fact that all her sexy perfection was going to my goddam cheating brother made me so furious I was choking on my rage.
“He’s notall bad,”she retorted. “Henry was there when my grandma broke her leg and had to go into the hospital. Even though he was really busy at work, he always made time. And he sat with me there forhours. Playing cards. Painting her nails. Anytime I’m mad at him, I always remember that.”
