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He tilted his head, a smirk riding his features, “You’re pretty observant honey.”
Despite the situation, I laughed, “You’re mental.”
He shrugged but couldn’t hide the small smile I glimpsed before he stood all business. Bryce’s hand reached for mine and pulled me
up, yanking me close. His cool blue eyes assessed my face, and then he leaned down like he was going to kiss me.
What the hell?
I let my hand fly, the sound crackling in the air as my palm hit the side of his face, “Are you retarded?”
He started to laugh loudly when my hand covered his mouth and I told him to hush. He didn’t move it and chose to lick my palm instead.
Gross!
“Hit me,” he ordered.
“Excuse me?”
“Hit me. If we walk out that door looking like we had the time of our lives they’ll know I didn’t touch you and then Devlin will make sure it happens, with my consent or not.”
I sighed, lifting my hand and smacking the side of his face.
His brow arched. “Seriously? That’s all you got?” Before I could reply he snatched my top and tore it at the neckline, ripping the fabric and exposing a good portion of my chest, his nail snagging on my skin and part of the lace leaving a welt and ruining part of my expensive bra.
“Ouch!” I hissed, covering my exposed cleavage but he was staring intently, desire filling his cool ocean blues. Next thing I knew his mouth was on my breast, sucking the skin as he started to give me a hickey. “Stop!” I cried, hitting and punching him but he latched on, his grip tightened around my waist.
Now I was in serious trouble.
Never let your guard down stupid!
I kicked at his shins and brought my knee up to his groin, but he blocked me chuckling as I fought.
Oh, so this was funny?
Pissed off, I leveled him with a strong right hook, knocking him off balance as the suction on my chest was broken and he stumbled, both of us crashing to the floor. My head bounced off the concrete and his hand at the same time as he cradled it and I moaned.
“Shit! That wasn’t supposed to happen sweetness. You alright?”
“You just gave me a hickey!” I accused, livid with his careless behavior. My head spun with vertigo for a moment before I could focus again.
“I sure did. You taste delicious Rae, and I needed a little revenge on that bastard of a fiancé of yours. Tell him that’s for the dick pic.” he felt the side of his jaw and moved it around, a popping sound filling the quiet space. “You pack a nice little punch sweet stuff.”
Dick Pic? I didn’t want to know.
“You’re a complete idiot!” I yell whispered. Yeah, it’s a thing.
“Well, here’s your chance. I want you to scratch my face with your nails.”
I blinked. Was he into weird pain/pleasure sexual shit?
I didn’t argue, raking my nails down the side of his face with the scar as he shivered in response.
Amused, he shook his head and laughed quietly, “Why did you scratch the side of my face with the scar? Not afraid to touch it?”
“No,” I answered, indignant, “I wanted to leave one side of your face without one.”
Stupid moronic biker.
