Page 13 of The Scent of Crazy

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Mammologist house call?

Unattended breast prevention?

My phone pings, and I scramble to pull away from her so I can turn it on silent. Like a fuckin’ amateur, I didn’t do that before breaking into her room.

Even after everything, she is still sound asleep.

How much more can I play with her, touch her, taste her, before she flashes those sapphires at me? My lips twitch with amusement at the next thought springing to mind. One day, I’m going to fuck her like this, see how long it takes for her eyes to snap open.

I lean in again, pinning her under me, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I’ve never condoned addictions, but reveling in her sweet scent and the softness of her skin is most certainly becoming one for me.

Pulling away a tiny bit, I rest on one arm, gliding my palm on her silky canvas, feasting on the view. Red mane fanning on her pillow like the fires of hell, and that angelic face of hers—nothing but an expert-level camouflage for her true nature.

My restraints are running on fumes, and I should get the fuck out of here, because I don’t suppose her legs would willingly part for me,yet.

Besides, I need to solve what’s been eating at me ever since I met her. Why does she hide the way she does?Whodoes she hide from?

I trace her opium-infused lips with my thumb, consumed by the memory of that kiss, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t give now for more of the same. She’ll kiss me again...eventually.

Testing my will to its limit, I pull away and head for the door before I can reconsider. Gripping the door handle with full force, I halt. A grunt and a string of curses spill under my breath at the thought slithering into my mind, making me turn around and head back to her bed. I return to fuckin’ put the blanket over her. What the hell is wrong with me? That Succubus doesn’t even deserve kindness. Not one bit.

Well, now I’ll have to save face. I glance at those salted caramel chocolate bars on the desk before marching there and snatching every single one. Then I’m straight back to her.

“You deprived me of my pleasure, so now I’m taking away yours,” I whisper in her ear.

I’ve reduced myself to someone who steals chocolate bars to get back at a girl. I’d be the laughing stock of the whole city if this information saw the light of day. But I’ll make sure to get more creative next time. Fucking her, for example, would be a good start, before I do it again and again until there’s not a shred of smugness left in her, nothing but a writhing mess beneath me... or on top of me... or...

Fuck me, I want her!

I get out of her room, and with all the thoughts running through my mind, I basically teleport back to my place.

Link meets me at the door. He never sleeps over, same as me. I’m sure he was simply checking I wasn’t lying in a ditch somewhere when he texted earlier.

“Where were you?”

Surprisingly, after what I’ve been through tonight, a smile pops on my face when I answer.

“I danced with a demon.”

Link gives me a look like I’m certifiably insane. Maybe I am.

“Find everything you can about Summer Night. She’s a first-year here. Same major as me.”

“Summer Night?” He coughs out a laugh. “For real?! And sincewhen do you dig intel on girls?”

“I told you, she’s not a girl. She’s a demon.”

“Aren’t you a little melodramatic?”

“Fuck off. Just . . . do as I ask.”

“I take it you didn’t screw her since you’re being such a dick.”

Precisely the reason! All I can show for tonight is stealing a kiss, biting her neck and nipple, and a raging hard-on that’s been tormenting me at the thought of her. I’m tempted to call some random chick, maybe a redhead, on all fours, making it easier to imagine it’s my demon there instead. But another woman won’t have that same softness of the skin, or the sweet scent, or that defiant note in Summer’s dulcet voice. No one else can cut it now. Her lingering smell, the image of her semi-nude body underneath me, and that fiendish smirk on her face still haunting my mind—all the above would have to do the job for the night.

I said I wascomingfor you, Succubus, but I never imagined it would be in my own hand.

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