Page 326 of Hell Hath No Fury
The reminder of that asshole turns my blood cold. “There’s no safety in that conversation, little fox. I’m livid on every level. It’s my blind trust in you that kept air in his lungs.”
“He only reached out because of my father.”
I huff a laugh. “He gave me the same excuse.” I release her chin and drag her into me, foot to foot. “But we both know his intentions ran far deeper than that. He wants my woman.”
“He’ll never have her,” she says with conviction. With heartfelt honesty. “I’m not interested in him in any way other than friendship. You have all my love.”
“And you have mine in return.” I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. “I hope you know I would’ve tracked your father down months ago if you showed any interest in reuniting.”
“I do. You always have my best interests in mind. I should’ve known at the first mention of restrictions. This whole thing is my fault.”
I press my forehead to hers and stare at the angel who claimed a devil as her mate. “We’re going to argue, Nis. It’s who we are. But you can’t lie to me again.”
“I won’t.” She reaches behind her back, those dazzling eyes keeping me hypnotized while she pulls something from the waistband of her skirt. “And you won’t cuff me and leave me to rot again either.”
Her hand returns between us, a sharp spike of pain piercing my abdomen.
I stiffen against the pocket knife usually kept in her bedside table.
She pulls back, her tenacious gaze holding mine as she digs the blade deeper. “Are we in agreement?”
My dick throbs.
FuckI love her simmering temper. Her venom. She’s the most tempting delight when anger drives her actions.
“We’re in agreement.” I fight a grin.
“I mean it, Cole. I won’t stand to feel trapped by you.”
“I don’t want you to feel that way either, little fox.” I stroke the loose strands of her hair back from her face. “I vow to never use cuffs on you again unless it’s of an entirely explicit nature.”
“Good.” She drags the knife away and lobs it onto the bed. “Now that the dispute is settled, I’m going to take a shower. I need to wash off your ownership.”
“You didn’t appreciate my artwork?”
She scoffs and saunters toward our private bathroom. “Neither the artwork nor the way you left me unsatisfied.”
“Then it’s only fair that I make it up to you.” I follow, my hard cock ready to make amends. “I’ve never left you wanting before.”
She glances over her shoulder, hitting me with a look of sinful confidence. “And you never will again.”
