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“Then why would you need to go to a meeting?” he asks. “Come up to my room, I’ll make you feel better.”
CHAPTER 4
KIT
Fuck,is that a blush? Did I really just make the cold and unemotional Bell Bishop blush? And laugh!
Fuck, I’m on a roll.
“We can’t fuck. Libi is asleep upstairs,” she remarks, taking a step back from me, so naturally, I take a fucking step forward, because she’s shit outta luck if she thinks this isn’t happening.
“Libi sleeps like the dead,” I counter, watching Bell take yet another step back as she scoffs.
“Well, I fuck like the world is ending, so she will definitely wake up.”
My lips spread wide in a grin.
There’s one thing you can always count on from Bell Bishop.
Brutal honesty.
“Fuck, Belladonna. I bet you’re freaky in the sheets.” I take two steps closer this time as she moves faster.
“You can’t handle my kind of freaky, Kitty Kat.” Her dark brow quirks, and I can tell she actually believes that.
“Shall we make it a bet? Because I’m pretty sure I’ll surprise you. I like to get pretty fucking filthy.”
Her feet stop, and so do mine as we stare at each other. She wears such a neutral expression it makes it hard to read her, but the moment I dart my tongue out to wet my lips, her eyes track the movement, and her breathing quickens.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” I smirk, and those pretty whiskey eyes flick back to mine.
“Shut up.”
Huh! I fucking knew it!
“Come on, let’s go.” I step forward and grab her wrist, but she yanks it free, shaking her head.
“No, Kit. I can’t.”
She just called me Kit. Not Kitty. Not Kitty Kat. Not pussy cat. Just Kit.
I shouldn’t fucking like it, yet I do.
“Why not?” I ask, standing in her personal space, so close she has to crane her head back to see my face. “You on your monthly? I don’t mind blood. In fact, blood, bodily fluids… it’s all a part of the filthiness I fucking love.”
Her lips part as she peers up at me past her midnight lashes, her top teeth popping out to bite into her lower lip.
Fuuuck. She likes the sound of that.
“That’s not why,” she breathes after releasing her lip, her voice soft and a little husky.
“Then why?” I ask, stepping flush with her, reaching up to comb my fingers into her hair, and fuck… it feels just like silk.
She doesn’t fight me. Doesn’t push me away. In fact, I’m pretty sure she fucking melts against me.
“You’re Tillie’s brother.” She states the obvious. “She’s my best friend.”
“Not a good enough excuse, Bell. It doesn’t change anything for me.” My free hand grips her hip, and fuck, she’s still such a skinny thing. I can feel the bones of her hip under her little dress. “I still wanna fuck you. It’s just sex.”
