Kisses don’t mean shit to me, but right now, I want to kiss the creature in my possession more than I’ve ever wanted a fuck.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I flip her and then lock my lips on hers, starving for any form of intimacy.
In my head, she fights it. Pushes me off.
Reality? Her arms wrap around me tight. One hand fists my hair, the other lands on the back of my neck, and she kisses me back, like she owns me.
Girls always go pliant at my kiss, and I’m in control. This one... she takes what she wants from me without apology, demanding undivided attention.
No crowd.
No music.
It’s only her... and whatever the hell she just set loose in my bloodstream.
Her tongue dances with mine in a fight for dominance, and she tastes like... salted caramel chocolate? Sweet like her looks. Salty like her twisted nature. And so goddamn addictive, I can’t stop chasing her flavor.
I have no idea how long that kiss lasts, but when she tries to break away, I know it’s not nearly long enough. I barely let her retreat mere inches, and it’s already too much.
When her eyes peel open, the desire to flee from me is unmistakable. She scans for an exit like a wild animal caught in a cage. She didn’t know who she was kissing? Or she knew, but she’s now regretting it? Either way, it fuckin’ stings.
Summer takes a cautious step back, like it’s a minefield she’s stepping into, but I wrap my hand around her arm, yanking her closer to me again. I’m not letting go. Not now that I know what she does to me.
Those dark blue eyes narrow to slits, same as they did the day we met. Her free hand lifts, and I expect a strike, a scratch, a shove, anything. Instead, she gives me a slow, mocking wave goodbye. WhenI look back at her face, she’s smiling. Wicked. Does she really think she’s getting away?
Movement flickers at the edge of my vision as her hand strikes the back of a man’s head with calculated force, and the smile she’s sporting turns into a full-blown grin. By the time that guy, who happens to be the dickweed who brought her here, turns to face us, her smugness is gone, replaced by surprise and disapproval, blending so flawlessly on the gorgeous canvas that is her face.
“Why did you do that?!”
She shouts those words loud enough for Will-the-fuckwit to hear, framing me and leaving me no choice other than to let go of her in order to deal with him. Her face paints such a convincing picture of pure shock that, for a second, I question my own memory. Was it really me who hit him?
Sneaky little minx!
No! That would be a compliment.
She’s a twisted fuckin’ demon and nothing short of that. But why the fuck do I want her even more now, after what she just pulled?
Will takes a step forward, though the weary look on his face suggests confronting me is the last thing he wants. But my focus is on Summer as she darts for the booth where she left her jacket and bag.
Too distracted by her wolfish grin, the next scene my mind skips to is one where I’m holding a certain clown by the throat. I only get to offer her a deranged smirk before she disappears into the crowd.
I’ll take my time here, beating up a very punchable face, but you, my dear Summer, are so gravely mistaken. You think the game is over. You think you’ve won.
Oh, no!
This is just the beginning, Succubus, and I’m coming for you.
Chapter 5
Summer
Ican’t wipe the grin off my face—not when I leave the club, not in the Uber back to campus, not even once I’m back in my gloomy room.
In all honesty, I didn’t expect the night to go this well. Atlas wants me in his bed, but I want inside his head. And I’m already cracking that door. I dangled the bait long enough for him to bite. Literally. I have both his attention and desire, yet it’s his turn to make a move now, and I’ll wait for mine, ready to claim his paper-thin control.
That kiss, though . . .
Closing my eyes, I plunge headfirst onto my bed. Did it feel this good for him, too? He didn’t want to let go of me. But was it because I lit a match to his pride by not wanting him, or because he’d been dormant, and I managed to awaken his true desires? A need for the chase. For real, raw passion he can never get from his hookups.
