Page 26 of Devil’s Snare

“Fuck,” he snarled before he was on me, hips pinning mine to the wall. He rolled them, pressing his erection into my belly as I held back a moan. “You’re not gonna hide from me, Bambi. Open your eyes.”

I didn’t realize they snapped shut.

“Look at me.”

I didn’t refuse. Staring into that mesmerizing green, I swore they almost shimmered.

He shoved his knee between my legs, causing me to lift on my toes. Heat from my core flared hotter as he licked his lips. With a slow, unhurried drift across my stomach, his fingers made a wicked descent, slipping beneath the waistband of the leggings I wore.

“Don’t look away,” he ordered as they slid dangerously close to breaching the delicate slit that already ached for his touch. “Should I see if you’re wet for me?”

I bet he could already tell. “Cin.”

“Fucking love you saying my name, Bambi. Love hearing it on your lips.” He didn’t move for several heartbeats.

I shuddered from the anticipation.

His middle finger pushed through, instantly damp as the rest of his fingers curled slightly. I felt that middle finger swipe through the wetness gathered there, and then he lifted his hand out, bringing it right up to his mouth. Without hesitation, he sucked the essence off with a groan. “Gonna be the death of me.”

My chest rose and fell as I panted, still keeping my eyes locked with his green orbs. I rolled my hips in response. Couldn’t help it. I felt on fire. Burning with something I couldn’t name.

It wasn’t just lust. Or the need to orgasm. Both of those were true, but this was more. Something primal. Like I might combust if I didn’t feel him inside me.

“Gotta stop looking at me like that, Bambi. I will bend you over that table and fuck you raw.”

I knew he meant it. I didn’t care. “Do it.”

A grunt escaped as he pulled me from the wall and walked us toward my dining room table. He lifted me, spreading my thighs apart as he shoved between them. His hand grasped my hair and lightly pulled, forcing my head back to stare into his eyes again as he leaned down. Lips so close to mine I could feel the heat of his breath. Smell a hint of smoke and mint. “Not tonight.”

Instant outrage sparked in my veins. “You—”

He cut me off when his mouth crushed mine. The kiss exploded with stars behind my lids. My eyes closed without my consent, ripping him from my vision. The cry that left my lips was swallowed as he thoroughly ravaged my mouth. Tongue seeking, twisting. Teeth clashing.

It was brutal.

And also, the sexiest thing I ever experienced.

Admittedly, I didn’t have much of a sex life.

When he lifted his head, my lips felt swollen and hot. My eyes could hardly focus. “Love the way you respond to me.”

“Like I’m desperate?” I joked.

“Like you’re mine.”

God, I wanted to be.

“Stay away from Nate Barnes and Mike Castor.”

The order caught me off guard. I blinked. “Huh?”

“You heard me. Don’t want you near either of them, but Barnes isn’t safe. He’s not what he appears to be.”

“You’ve met him,” I realized aloud as he scowled.

“Yes. Today.”

“Something about him felt off to me, too. I couldn’t figure out why. He seemed nice enough. But his eyes. They don’t read right, if that makes sense.”