I gave him a wave before responding.
“I left her asleep in the hotel room, and she’s notmygirl.” It was pathetic, really. I’d actually waited until she was out cold before slipping out.
Women were never a second thought more than it took to fuck them, and certainly never beyond an orgasm.But clearly Violet was fucking with my head, because her emotions shouldn’t matter to me.
Yet I waited until she was asleep, so as not to upset her.
Jesus Christ.
Normally once I’d fucked someone, I was gone before the sheets had even cooled. No exceptions, no attachments. And yeah,technically, I hadn’t even gotten that far with Violet.
Which was a miscalculation on my part.
One I’d take to the grave because I wasneveradmitting out loud that she’d made me lose it. Me. The sex-fucking-god.
Roman raised a single dark brow. “I thought you weren’t going to fuck her.”
“I didn’t,” I snapped, a little too sharp.
Yep, she was under my skin. Like a thorn, or something equally as annoying. I shared my past to prove not everything was sunshine and fucking rainbows. I expected her to recoil, or at least be disgusted, but no, she met me with gentle smiles and compassionate fucking responses.
Her inexperience at life was sickening.
Then there was thekiss.
I didn’t kiss.
In fact, I’d never kissed, but I did with her. She’d tasted of honey and sin, and after just one taste I was already thinking about the next.
Roman watched me while I was clearly having an existential crisis. “You’re distracted,” he commented, eyes narrowing as if he was trying to strip me of my skin. “Something’s happened with the blonde.”
I opened my mouth to deny it, but the look on his face made it pointless. “Your ability to read me is creepy,” I grumbled instead.
“Spill.”
There was no point in denying him, Roman was like the tide. Fucking relentless.
“Violet pissed me off.” I shrugged.
Roman’s mouth twitched. “Maybe you should just fuck her and get it out of your system then.”
I blinked. “Weird advice coming from a psychopath. You’re usually the one telling me to never get attached, or just kill them.”
“Ty mudák,”Maxim muttered, and I give him my middle finger in response. He’d called me an arsehole… I think.
“You think so little of me?” Rome asked once I returned my eyes to him.
“The opposite. I know you too well.” That was the problem with Roman: we shared the same dark urges. But his were possibly darker, brought on by a father who taught him to kill from a very young age. Although, he kept himself restrained for the most part.
Roman went to respond, but Cedric seemed to twitch, drawing his attention.
“Our friend here admitted he doesn’t know who Mr C is,” he said, changing the subject. “But he’s powerful.”
“You confident with his replies?” I glanced at Cedric, the squeal of the chains squeaking a strange comfort, as was the gentle drip of his blood against the concrete.
“You think he’d lie to me?”
“Anything’s possible. We never thought you’d be tied to a single woman, yet here we—fucking ow!” I rubbed the spot where he’d just punched me. “Sensitive much? Not my fault you can’t stand up to daddy dearest.”
