Page 13 of Sweet Girl


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BITE ME

This woman would be the death of me, I was sure of it.

I’d lived for centuries, delved in desires and toyed with mortals’ emotions through all of them. But this woman… I needed her. I had to have her.

I decided I would use none of my godly tricks to get her. She would be mine of her own accord.

And damn, did I love the game we were playing.

She had stuck her tongue out and made a face at me as she’d flicked that candy heart my way, then turned, her hips swaying, making sure to step one long leg in front of the other—a deliberate tease I knew she was reveling in. Her sweater had even fallen a little more off her shoulder. And when she reached her friend, she took a long drink of water and pushed her hair to one side, exposing her neck—the neck I wanted to kiss and suck and choke.

I stayed by the bar so I could keep an eye on her from afar.

“Why are you still here?” Avril said as she approached him a little later. “What—I thought you’d left with that pretty girl already,” she added. Her hand lifted to the bartender for another drink, and she leaned on the bar at my side.

I grinned, my gaze only briefly moving from Chloe to Avril. “Games,” I said as I took a swig of my drink.

“I’m too old for games,” she grunted, and I laughed softly. “Much rather be direct.”

I leaned over the bar for a clean bag of the naughty candy hearts that we’d made as favors. “Games are fun, Av…” I said as I shoved the bag into my back pocket—

And I realized that fucking minx had kept the handcuffs.

I chuckled under my breath and shook my head at the floor.

“What’s so funny?” Avril asked.

“She kept the fucking handcuffs,” I said, my eyes landing on Chloe.

A quiet laugh escaped Avril, and she touched my arm as she made to walk away. “Don’t let that one go.”

It was twice within the next half hour that I moved across the room and brushed by her side, never stopping, but leaving a candy heart in her belt each time. And each time, she watched me with baited eyes, without saying a single word. She leaned into my touch with every pass, and I saw her chest heave when I approached—as though her body was responding to my simply being near.

The third time I started to go by her, she wasn’t there, and I ended up circling the entire room before going back to the bar, my stomach knotting at the possibility that she had left.

Dammit. I’d fucked up by waiting too long to go to her. She’d slipped through my grasp—

I stopped in my tracks upon seeing her sitting in the chair by the bar that I’d been occupying just minutes prior. Her fingers were steepled beneath her chin as she watched me cross the rest of the way to her, a knowing smirk on those red pouting lips.

A flutter filled my stomach as I slowed my approach. She was too fucking cute. I couldn’t wait to swipe that smug smile off her mouth as I filled it with my cock.

“You know, for a minute, I thought maybe you were scouting the floor for another woman to bother,” she said as she toyed with the straw in her drink. “Then I realized you were looking for me.”

I sat my glass on the bar and leaned against it slightly. “I believe you have something of mine.”

“Took it for insurance.”

“What for?”

“Making sure you didn’t decide to leave without me.”

My cock twitched at the hunger in her eyes.

She slowly uncrossed her legs and crossed them back, the edge of her skirt hiking just enough that I could see it was, in fact, stockings on her legs instead of tights.Fuck me. A lust-filled restriction sounded in the back of my throat at the sight of the clips attaching those stockings to whatever slutty lingerie she wore beneath those damn clothes.

I stepped closer. I needed her to know what she was doing to me, how those thighs were affecting my ability to think clearly, and how my dick was already stiffening with every fantasy flying through my head. I was caught in whatever web she’d spun around us, and I didn’t dare try to break free.

“Sweet girl…” I dared to brush my knuckles on that exposed flesh… dared to flick my finger beneath the strap and give it a gentle tug. Her eyes held mine, and I said in a throaty rasp, “I don’t plan on leaving here without you.”