Page 89 of Anger

A sigh falls over his lips, his breath warm against my skin.

“Can I kiss you, Blue?”

I shake my head and try to speak, but it’s impossible to breathe with his fingers softly rubbing up and down my back.

He rests his forehead against the side of my head, another breath leaking out of him. “One day, I’ll break that rule of yours. I hope you know that.”

Closing my eyes, I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from telling him I’ve never kissed a man in my life. It’s a rule I’ve never broken.

Will Damon be the man who’s worth it?

Or will he be the one who breaks me apart?

He tugs at the back of my shirt, the movement so quick that my arms raise up for him to pull it off. I moved without thinking, our bodies perfectly coordinated. He tugs his shirt off just as quickly, moving slowly to kiss along my neck, my jaw, careful and meticulous as he kisses the bruise on my cheek.

Damon’s lips move against my skin.

“I’m going to kill him for what he did to you.”

I press my hands against his chest and feel the strength of him.

“We chose to leave, remember? Murder comes with too many problems, and I don’t really feel like dealing with them.”

Another laugh, his chest shaking against my hands. “It wouldn’t be you who’s dealing with them.”

“Not true,” I quip. “The police will want to interview me, and I really don’t have time for all that.”

His lips fall to my neck again, and I lean my head back to give him access.

So many thoughts roll through my head—refusals, choices, cycles and consequences.

Deals that still need to be made.

Pushing at his chest, I stop the kisses.

His eyes lift to mine, hooded with desire.

“You never answered me at the club. I agreed to take your offer.” I hiccup on the words, terrified of what the favor could be or what happens if I refuse. “Your deal.”

His eyes search mine, a small twitch of his lips pulling into a smirk.

“We’ll make the deal after this. I don’t want to make it now.”

Trepidation pours through me. “Why?”

Is he planning on getting what he wants just to renege on the offer after?

Fucking men.

They do this shit every time.

I shove my hands against his chest to push him away, but he grips my wrists to stop me.

“Blue…calm down. I only want this before the deal, so you know it’s not expectedbecauseof the deal. This is separate. I’m not paying you for this. I’ll never do that to you.”

“So, this won’t be the favor?”

He shakes his head.

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