Page 23 of Bad Blood

I inch closer, blocking her path with my arm when she attempts to get away from me.

With my free hand, I catch her face, but the grip isn’t fueled with the anger I normally exude. What’s there instead is desire.

Desire that makes me run my finger over her long, elegant neck.

“Let go of me, Chad,” she grates out, but I can see in her eyes she’s having the same trouble as me. Desire has touched her too, and she doesn’t know what to do about it because it feels like insanity.

“Not until you tell me the truth.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, so I don’t know what truth you want.”

“I know it was you who told Principal Kolyav about my stash. Newsflash, little girl, you can’t get back at me.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Yes, that’s the first thing you should know about me. I am crazy.”

She tries to get away from me again, but I hold her in place, pressing her into the car so she can feel my growing erection.

“What do I have to do to get you to leave me alone?”

I move closer to her lips, and my arousal intensifies when she stays there, as if she’s interested in tasting me, too.

“There’s not a damn thing you can do because I’m not done with you yet,Malyshka.”

“What are you going to do to me?” She asks with more insistence, once again showing that fiery defiance.

“Everything. I want to do everything, and I think you’d let me. Wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Let me enlighten you, baby girl. I want to fuck you.”

It’s dark, but I can see the blood draining from her face. She looks pale, like she might faint, and she’s so stunned she’s not moving.

Good,because I’m going to satisfy my curiosity to find out what she tastes like.

Before she can take her next breath or recover from my words, I crush my lips to hers, and the moment I taste her, I wish I hadn’t.

The taste—the mere taste of those full, soft lips—hooks into my soul with claws so sharp it pierces my being.

The taste of her hooks me worse than the most potent drug I’ve ever taken—and I’ve taken a fuck of a lot—so when she moans, I take full advantage and sweep my tongue into her hot, wet mouth.

I caress her tongue, kissing her harder. When I suck on her little tongue, the magnified pleasure hits me like a punch to my gut, and I know she feels it too.

She does but still pushes me away.

I could hold her there in my grasp, but I release her only because I am as shocked at my action as she is.

Her hands shake as she reaches for the car door and gets in without another word.

She drives away like hellfire is on her fine ass, and I smile like the psycho I am.

My smile widens when I get a crazy idea. Earlier in the week, she followed me to watch me. I’m going to do the same thing to her.

So I do.

I follow her home, but I park in an inconspicuous location on the next street over so no one can see me.

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