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“Let me go, you're hurting me,” I whine.
He’s not actually hurting me, but seriously, fuck him.
He swings the door open and shoves me inside, then flips the light switch on, bathing the room in a low red glow. Crushed velvet couches fill the room and oversized throw cushions litter the floor. It’s giving off major porn vibes, but I’m too fired up to comment on it.
“So what,” I laugh dryly, glaring at him. “You own every bar in the city? Is that it?”
Byzantine stands still near the door, his rage barely contained while his chest rises up and down. His usual all black attire is crisper tonight, like he made an effort. His jeans hugging a little tighter, a black henley instead of his usual hoodie. It’s hard not to concentrate on anything else, but I hold strong.
“Oh my god,” I exclaim, throwing my arms in the air. “What the hell is wrong with you? You’re acting as if I killed your first born or something.”
“Whatwas that?” It’s barely a whisper. But it sends a chill down my spine.
“What was what?” I ask, stumbling on my words, and swallowing hard, unable to hide my growing anxiety.
“You and Lenix.”
I stare at him, stunned, then finally snap out of it.
“You must be joking,” I say, my tone barely amused. I study him closely, trying to read his expression, but as usual, he’s a brick wall. Great.
A wicked grin forms on my lips while I step closer to him.
“Are you jealous?” I ask, coming out as more of a taunt than I intended.
His stare is unrelenting, his eyes like daggers on my skin.
“Tell me who she is to you,” he demands.
I should tell him it’s none of his business, but I chicken out under his heavy glare.
“We used to hook up. We haven’t slept together in over a year,” I finally answer, crossing my arms. “Happy?”
His eyes darken. “No,” he says sharply.
But then a cocky smirk slides across his face, nearly knocking me off my feet. He looks me up and down, the dimple in his cheek making my heart stutter.
“But I’ll live,” he quips, stepping closer to me and with a flick of his wrist in the air he orders, “Sit.”
I’m sitting before I can even protest, stunned by how quickly I heeded his command. Byzantine keeps his distance and I feel my cheeks flush beneath his penetrating stare. My chest is tight while my heart slams against it.
Abruptly, he stalks towards me, and I sink deeper into the couch cushions with every step he takes. My knees are squeezing tightly together by the time he looms over me. I swallow hard as I peer at him through my lashes.
His pupils are blown wide, his eyes now a much darker shade of green. He runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he stares down at me. It looks like he’s preparing to eat me alive. The anger I felt earlier slowly morphs into something much more dangerous. An urge that leaves me breathless and needy. I lick my parched lips, attempting to appear unbothered and failing.
“Open your legs for me, little sun.”
I nearly choke on his words. My heart pounds even louder as I let out a shocked gasp.
He’s crossing a line that I’m not even sure I want crossed, yet that doesn’t stop my legs from falling open. He steps in between my thighs and leans down, bracing one of his hands behind me on the couch. The heady smell of him ensnares my senses, like the fresh ocean breeze and cozy rainy days. It’s like taking a hit of the most expensive drug, a high I will most likely chase for the rest of my life.
With his other hand, he runs his tattooed fingers down my cheek, then slowly cradles my chin, his thumb pulling at my bottom lip.
“I don’t think you understand me, Sunny,” he rasps.
He examines me, his intent now crystal clear in his eyes. He slowly pushes his thumb into my mouth forcing my jaw open.
“You and I?” He slides his thumb further into my mouth and I can’t help but to curl my tongue around it. This small taste of him evoking the promise of so much more.
