Page 50 of Dark Deviant

“More than anything.” Her voice shakes. Her cheeks flush a deep pink, gaze unwavering as she stares me down. “Do you know why?”

“If I said yes, that would mean I gave a damn what you thought. And I don’t.” The vein in my neck throbs in time with the head of my cock. Fuck, I want so badly to feel the flames of her rage, to bask in that heat. But I won’t take it from her. I need to know she wants it and hear those words spill from her lips while she screams my name and claws at my flesh.

Larysa throws her hands into the air with a frustrated groan. “That is exactly why. I don’t understand how you can be so wonderful with Daniela and have such disgust for me when I did absolutely nothing to you. Harboring such hatred for me because of what youthinkmy family did is ridiculous.”

“The kid is easy to deal with. She knows not to mouth off.” I lift an eyebrow. “I know she didn’t learn that from you.”

She presses her fingertips to her temples. “Look, I know you’re angry and sad. I’ve been there before. I lost two parents, too. I know you want to make the people responsible suffer. But you’ve got to figure out a way to refocus your emotions, because you’re channeling them into torturing the wrong person.”

“I didn’t realize you were a dime store shrink on your off-days.”

“Oh my God, is it possible for you to not be such a jackass?” She smacks my left shoulder. “And this stupid fucking tattoo. You know, I’d see it in my dreams sometimes. The image was so clear in my mind. Before this week, I’d occasionally wonder who your next victim of justice and death might be. I never in a million years imagined it would be me.”

She moves toward me, seething, her fists clenched into tight balls at her sides.

“But it doesn’t matter. I don’t want anything from you. I don’t need anything from you. Your daughter does, so save it all for her. You’ve already made it clear my life is on a damn egg timer, anyway.”

Her face deepens in color, electricity crackling in the air between us. “And guess what else? I won’t let myself be a victim. I won’t let you get away with stripping my life away from me. I have worked so hard to get where I am, and there’s no way you’re going to fuck it all up. You say you own me. But you will never have me.”

My shoulder jerks when she punches me harder this time. She’s got so much fury in that tight body. I want to feel it rage, to consume every inch of me. But then my resolve cracks as if someone took a chisel to it and started chipping away at all the reasons why I can’t do these things.

Why Ishouldn’tdo these things.

And what I could stand to lose if I let her in.

Everything.

I look at her standing before me. She rubs her hands up and down her arms. Her t-shirt clings to her heaving tits, the nipples peaked and taunting me through the thin fabric. I swirl my tongue over my lips, my blood bubbling as I imagine pulling each one into my hungry mouth. To feel her melt into my arms, her hips bucking toward me, her pussy grinding against my cock…

Just one taste…

My mind battles fiercely with my body.

But that one taste will ruin you…

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Her voice drops to a raspy whisper. “You don’t have anything to say?”

“I have one thing to say.” My voice is gruff and hoarse, a knot of conflict throbbing in my throat. I move closer, toying with the edge of her shirt. “I. Want. You.”

“Why? Because I just said you can’t have me?” She challenges me still with that smartass tongue.

I remember what else she can do with that tongue, too.

“Those are just words. And you and I both know they’re meaningless.”

I slide the shirt over her head. She doesn’t stop me. Tiny goosebumps pop up along her creamy skin. It’s smooth and soft, a stark contrast to my rough hands. But she doesn’t complain.

“I told you, Larysa. I always get what I want.”

I massage each curve, memorizing every detail starting with the blueish hue of her left eye when she’s fired up. How didn’t I notice that before?

My gaze travels down the length of her body, the heart-shaped freckle just above her navel catching my eye.

Another detail missed.

I don’t want to miss anything else…

She is exquisite, more so than the first time we were together.

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