Page 38 of Scarred Devil


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But I can’t hold back anymore.

I storm inside his room without a second thought as I slam the door shut behind us. Then stop short when I find that he’s bare from the waist up. He must have removed his shirt when he entered the room. A deep gash extends from his shoulder to just above his left nipple.

“Oh my God!” I choke out, unable to look away.

“What do you want?” he barks. I shake my head, my mouth dry as my eyes travel over his chest. It’s not the first time he’s been injured — his almost impossibly broad chest is covered in a network of scars that twine into tattoo ink. But this…

“God!” I say again. “You’re hurt.” He grows visibly tense when I reach out a hand to touch him.

“It’s nothing,” he snaps. “I asked you what you want?” His voice is little more than a growl.

“Where have you been?” I ask, no longer caring that I’m starting to show how much I’ve been affected by his absence.

“What do you care?” Lev shrugs as he walks toward the other side of the room. I’m too unsettled to take note of the décor. Although it occurs to me that aside from a brief glimpse, I’ve never been in his bedroom.

“You disappear for three days, and you didn’t think to tell me you would be gone for that long? And now you’re back…and you’re hurt.” I hate how pitiful I sound, especially when he scoffs.

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” he says, infuriating me.

“I’m your wife!” I exclaim, then realize the words leave me shocked.

“In name only, remember?” he scoffs again. “I imagine you expect me to take my pleasure elsewhere.”

“What?” I say sharply. The urge to slap him is almost as intense as the bizarre need I have to tend that gaping wound.

Jesus, that has to hurt like fuck!

“What do you mean elsewhere?” I hear myself saying.

“What,Solnishko? Does it bother you that I might find solace in another woman’s bed?” he asks.

I freeze at his words. For a moment, blind jealous rage washes over me. The surprise of it leaves me breathless.

“Well, clearly not today!” I spit out, aiming a trembling finger at the seeping gash in his chest. He glances down and snorts.

“What? You think I can’t fuck and fight with equal vigor?”

I shake my head speechlessly as he closes the gap between us until he is standing in front of me.

He’s toying with me. I know it. Still, the thought of him with someone else…

I don’t want to think about it.

I won’t!

“Are you worried that I’ve been making another woman scream with pleasure, and you’re wishing it was you?” he taunts. I see red. How can he be saying these things?

The urge to strike out wins over my concern. I don’t even realize I’ve swung my hand up until it connects with his face. It takes a moment before I register what I’ve done.

Oh, shit!

He’s going to kill me.

I’m certain of it.

I’m about to blurt an apology, but Lev pulls me roughly against him and covers my mouth with a punishing kiss. It’s hard and fast and has an urgency that leaves my heart pounding. It pounds even harder when he starts shoving me toward the bed. I gasp in shock as he flings me onto it before covering my body with his own solid bulk.

“You’re the most infuriating, beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he says as he pulls back.

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