Page 118 of Anger

“It’s just sex, right? Just two people having fun.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep better at night, Blue. But I can leave if you’re having doubts.”

Her fingernails clamp into the back of my neck, and I growl at the feeling. Fuck, this woman does things to me that aren’t natural. But judging by the way she clings on, I have the same effect.

“Why’d you tell me to get the fuck out of your house? Who was that man? Why did he make you so angry?”

“I’m always angry. And those questions will cost you three more pieces of clothing.”

Our eyes lock, a mischievous curve to the corner of my mouth doing nothing to dissuade her.

“Pity I only have two. Unless the wings count.”

My lips press to her ear. “Nah. Those stay on. I’ve always wanted to bounce a dark angel on my cock.”

“A favor then.”

Blue arches her eyebrow like she has any chance of winning this war.

I love the fierceness in her.

Always have.

But this time, it’s going to lead to trouble.

Amélie

“Take off the clothes, then I’ll answer the questions.”

My head tilts, those wild amber eyes staring down at me with pure lust.

“Kinda hard for a girl to remove her shorts when she has her legs straddling a man, don’t you think?”

He releases his hold just enough that I can lower my legs to the ground.

When I don’t immediately strip the rest of my clothes off, he arches a brow in expectation, mimicking my earlier expression.

What the hell am I doing?

I can’t help myself.

Not with him.

Not when I’ve been waiting so long to silence the questions inside my head.

What’s worse is that it’s not just the answers I want from him. It’s the way my heart pounded when I finally saw him appear on the second floor. Something in him pulling to something in me.

We’re like fucked-up magnets, our scars so thoroughly entangled that it draws us to each other, pinning us together until it’s impossible to pull us apart.

I want this man.

Not just the answers

I crave what I know he can do to me.

“Snap, snap,” he whispers. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

He places a finger beneath my chin and tilts my head up to his. “Doesn’t a certain angel need to run back to her cage?”

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