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No, ‘matches’ is too boring a way to describe it. It reflects them, making them shine with the dark intent I see in them.
With the lust that burns bright and murderous as he takes in my strappy heels.
My smoky eyes.
My little black dress.
“Mackley.”
His jaw ticks at that.
“Silver.” He says with a nod.
“You came with Rogue?” I ask.
A smile lifts the corner of his lips. “I did. I goaded him into coming here by showing him your story.”
“It served its intended purpose then.” I reply, matching his smile with one of my own.
His smile morphs into a grin. “Evil.”
“Only as evil as the person who showed it to him.”
“Touché.” He says with a deep laugh this time.
His eyes rake down my body, the look of arousal in them proving he likes what he sees. He inhales deeply, sharply, the move making his nostrils flare as he takes me in appreciatively.
He continues staring at me and I grow uncomfortable under his gaze. It’s like he’s picking apart much more than just what I’m wearing, like he’s hoping to dig below the surface and see what he can find.
“I know why Rogue came,” I tell him, clearing my throat, “But why did you?”
“I came for you.”
My legs quiver and my pussy throbs at those words. How he so casually reflects the thoughts I’d had about Rogue showing up, how a part of me had wanted that same attention for myself.
Now that I have it though, I’m not sure. Not sure what to do with it, not sure if I want it.
My voice is slightly breathless when I speak. “What do you mean?”
He takes a step towards me and I have to resist taking one back in response.
He continues his advance and then circles me, taking his time and shamelessly picking me apart with his penetrating gaze as he does so.
“I’m not him.” He declares, his jaw set.
“Who?”
“Your soon to be ex. He leaves you unprotected, not laying claim to you. I don’t have that problem.” He snaps, “I’ll murder anyone who touches you. Think about that the next time you decide to go dancing in a bar.”
My breath catches in my throat. My words come out husky when I speak.
“He trusts me.” I say, ignoring the twinge in my stomach that says maybe he shouldn’t.
Because unbeknownst to him, I’ve let my head get turned by someone else.
Not all the way, but as much as it pains me to admit, I’m no longer completely locked in, singularly looking ahead to my future with Carter.
There’s a little wobble.
