Page 107 of Gods & Angels

I stumbled in an effort to stand up. He was there, like protecting me was instinct. I let him only until I got my jeans buttoned back up. By the time I was done, he was tucked back into his trousers.

“You just don’t take no for an answer do you.”

“You didn’t say no.”

I couldn’t refute that. “Well, I’m saying no now.”

His fingers tickled the waistband of my jeans and my body went to him willingly. “We’re going to have to work on our safe words, princess. I don’t want any mixed messages.”

I batted his hand away from me and he chuckled, sending tingles through my stomach.

“Your lips say no, but your hips say yes,” he purred.

It was true, but still.

“Ugh!” I grunted. “You’re insufferable!”

“You’re the one who wants me,” he said.

“Last I checked,” I answered flippantly, “the feeling was mutual.” I glared at him. “I hate you.”

“Last I checked,” he said cheekily, “the feeling was mutual.”

“And they say you’re a master of seduction,” I scoffed sarcastically.

He closed in on me, standing a hair’s breadth away from me, and staring down at me, his eyes dark and narrowed. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you. To want to feel your body tremble with every orgasm I give you. To want to pound you until I can’t hold on anymore. Again. And again. I can hate you and still leave you craving more.”

“Can you?” I asked sceptically.

“Yes.”

“And what makes you so sure about that?”

He span me to pull my back to his front and his hand was at my throat. His other hand pressed my hips back into him. He was already hard again. “Because I can’t stand you and this is what you do to me.”

I didn’t need to check to know the feeling was mutual.

I struggled out of his arms and started for the door, but he grabbed my arm. I ripped it out of his hand so forcefully that I almost fell over. Instinct took over and I reached for it again. As he always was, he was there to steady me.

“Don’t touch me,” I said harshly.

His hand came off me like I’d burned him with more than words. “You can’t just…” He swore.

“What?” I scoffed. “Walk away? Clearly, Valen, I can.”

His mouth twisted angrily. “Walk out the front door,” he snarled.

I blinked. “What?”

“I told Apollo you left an hour ago. You can’t go out the front door.”

“Oh,” I said sarcastically. “You don’t think he’s actually finished with her yet, do you?”

He huffed a laugh. “He’d like to think he can last as long as me.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not a pissing contest,” I said as I started for the door again.

“No. It’s a literal fucking contest,” he growled and that stopped me.

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