“Goddamn—”
It’s not Nico pulling at my hair. No. It’s the sudden ring of alarm bells.
“You—”
Not in the room. In my brain. Sirens begin screeching in my brain at the tone of his voice.
Shit.
Shit.
Because it’s the obvious tension and exasperation in his voice that cuts through my horny, mattress-testing haze and reminds me who the fuck this is and how he feels about me and what the fuck andwhat in the actual fuck am I doing?!
I peel myself off and throw myself on the bed next to him while I try, with all my might, not to scream.
That doesn’t count as sex, though, does it? Right?!
Sister Annie narrows her eyes at me.
Shit.Shit.
WithNico?!
SHIT!
We stare at the blanket still over our heads together, sweating and panting in a horrible, pre-coital silence.
Nico eventually blows out a big breath, one I know has a lot of air, because I am now well acquainted with the sheer size ofhis chest and its subsequent lung capacity potential. “You are truly Hellspawn placed on this earth to torture me,” he says.
“That’s me,” I say to the blanket. “Lucifer Li.”
He turns his head in my general direction. “That’s literally what your contact is on my phone.”
“Funny,” I grunt, “you’re just Satan in mine.”
“Funny,” he responds, “because you mutter ‘hail, Satan’ in your sleep.”
I don’t answer that.
“That was a huge mistake,” I say after a while.
His big body tenses next to mine. When he speaks, there’s an unnameable emotion that’s threaded through his voice. “Fine,” he says, and something lodges itself in my throat.
We lay in quiet agony, sweating and listening to the murder drips coming from the bathroom.
“What’s our next stop?” I ask casually, as if I didn’t just grind myself against the bare length of my worst enemy’s dick.
He clears his throat. “Richmond, Virginia. One of the fine dining spots down there.” He pauses. “You should come with me this time.”
I shrug noncommittally. “Maybe.” No.
“Why not?”
The back of my neck prickles with residual panic and irritation. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“It’s just food. Really good food, actually. Some of the best, according to a random tire company. Also the most expensive.”
It’s not just food. It’sAnnie could ruin everyone’s lives including her own,didn’t I just prove that to you?I find myself going on the offensive. “Is that what this all is? Wanna show off how fancy Dr. Nico is now? Rub it all in my face?”
