“Give me the diamond.”
“You’re going to have to shoot me.”
My chest feels fucking tight as I stare at her, noticing the lipstick that’s been smeared off her lips. Stains linger on her chin and cheeks, the dark colour too harsh and cruel for most women.
But on this one?
It suits her perfectly.
“Calista.”
“Christopher.”
She’s not backing down, and as much as it is pissing me off, it’s only increasing my respect for her.
“I’m not joking.”
“I’m not laughing.”
My patience snaps.
“I swear to fucking God, if you don’t hand over that diamond right now, I’m going to leave your brains splattered all over these floors. Is that what you want?”
Spit is flying from my mouth, my frustration spilling all over the place.
And there Calista is, cool as a fucking cucumber.
“It’s not about what I want, Devil.”
She’s staring at me again, the challenge glinting in her eyes. Sucking in a deep breath, I will myself to pull the trigger.
One shot.
One shot and all my problems would be gone.
Shoot for fuck’s sake.
Chapter 18
CHRISTOPHER
My gun clatters to the floor.
“What do you-
Calista’s words get caught off by my lips.
Grabbing the back of her head, I haul her against me, crushing our bodies together until there isn’t an inch of space between us. Teeth snap and snarl as I maul the fuck out of her mouth, my hands going for the silky strands of her ponytail instead of the diamond in her pocket.
Yanking her head to the side, I express my frustration by shoving my tongue down her throat. I can still taste the residue of her latest conquest, the cum that should be mine driving me to the point of insanity.
Gripping her hips tightly, I run my thumb down the front of her leather pants. They’re thinner thanexpected, a teasing layer of fabric that guides my thumb right to her swollen clit hiding beneath the material.
“That’s a good boy.”
Part purr, part murmur, the look of pleasure that takes over Calista’s face just about pulls me under. Pressing down hard, I stroke her roughly, feeling the buck of her hips against my hand.
“I’m not a good boy.”
