Page 58 of The Devils Melody
He’s solid beneath my palms, all tension and muscle. I swear I hear him exhale softly like he’s relieved. Like having my arms wrapped around him like this is the only thing stopping him from releasing the beast within. The engine roars to life, and before I even get to second guess what I’m doing, we’re moving.
The wind lashes against my skin like it’s trying to tear some sense into me, but it’s already too late for that. There’s no room for logic on the back of a motorcycle while wrapped around a man like Kage.
He’s gripping the handlebars, practically crushing them. His back is taut, muscles coiled with an anger that hasn’t left him yet. He rides like a demon, and yet somehow, this is the safest I’ve felt in a long time.
My arms are trembling but I wrap them tighter around his leather clad torso as the bike roars beneath us. Everydownshift sends a tremor through my body, vibrating between my thighs, awakening the same feeling from the night before.
I press closer, my cheek resting against his back, needing the anchor of his body even though it feels like I'm unraveling against him. The leather between us does nothing to dull the heat. If anything it sharpens it. My fingers slide under the bottom of his shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin, and when I find it I swear he shudders.
He doesn’t speak but the way his hand slides down from the throttle, slowly and deliberately gripping my thigh, says everything. I haven’t been paying attention to where we’ve been going, but the moment I realize where we are, anger courses through me.
Why are we back in Chinatown?
He’s not just driving aimlessly, he’s taking me home. Just how he took me home last night. What in the actual fuck? How the fuck does he know where I live? Has he been following me this whole time?
The two motorcycles. Oh my god.It was them.
We pull into the back lot of Sun Hong Kong, parking right next to the building. He kills the engine, the sudden silence louder than the wind ever was. I swing my leg off, legs trembling and my hand still tingling from gripping him too tight for so long. He turns to face me, arms resting on the handlebars, his eyes simmering.
I yank the helmet off, my hair a fucking disaster. “How the hell do you know where I live?” I snap, completely breathless.
Kage doesn’t flinch. He grins, slow and smug. I just walked into his trap.
“Maybe I pay attention,” he says casually. “Maybe I have my ways.”
I stare at him like I’m waiting for him to say he’s joking, but clearly he’s not. He’s fucking serious.
“That’s not creepy at all.”
He chuckles. “You say that now, but if some asshole ever touches you again, you’ll be real fucking glad I’ve got your address memorized, little bird. Why do you live in an apartment on top of a restaurant anyways?”
I grind my teeth, annoyance evident on my face. “Because it’s cheap, and Chen doesn’t give a shit what time I come and go. Plus, he lets me help out downstairs when I need extra cash. I like it here.”
Something flashes in his eyes and my lips part. I want to yell or throw something at his stupidly beautiful face. He gets off the bike in one fluid motion, stalking towards me the way a predator stalks its prey. I step back without meaning to, and his smile only grows.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I whisper.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re gonna kiss me just to shut me up.”
His gaze drops to my mouth. “Maybe I am.”
My back hits the building behind me, the concrete solid against my spine. He braces one hand next to my head, the other curling around my jaw, thumb brushing over my lips.
“You should thank me,” he murmurs. His voice sounds like whiskey soaked in honey. “I’ve saved you, what is it? Three times now? Dick was seconds away from losing more than just his breath.”
“And what would you like me to say?” I ask, my voice barely audible.
He leans in, his lips grazing against my ear.
“Thank you, Kage,” he growls. “for keeping me safe, even though I try my damndest to put myself in theworstpossible situations.”
My breath stutters, my thighs clenching together. My body betrays me in every damn way possible. I hate him for it but I don’t stop him when his mouth crashes against mine. I welcome him.
His mouth is downright sinful. Harsh, demanding, hungry. There’s nothing gentle about the way he kisses me. It’s all punishment, he’s trying to erase Rich's touch from my skin with every brutal press of his lips. And fuck me, it’s working.
I moan before I can stop it, my hands clutching his jacket, needing something to anchor me the moment the two tips of his tongue wrap around mine. He pulls back an inch, breathing hard, his eyes locked on mine like he wants to devour me whole. His fingers are still on my jaw, thumb tracing the edge of my bottom lip that is now swollen and wet from his kiss.
