Page 27 of His Atonement
Zan scowls because apparently he was hoping I'd hate being wrapped up in Nic Cage every night, as Allie speaks up.
"What are you talking about?" She looks around the table for a second before her eyes turn back to me. "Vok and Zan did all the shopping for your place while Andrej and I were in Culver City. What's wrong with your linens?"
Zan maintains eye contact with me as a lazy grin—one that makes him look like the Cheshire Cat—spreads across his lips before he pops a strawberry in his mouth, and waits.
I can't believe he was trying to fuck with me before we even met.
Obviously this guy is pretty, but he must be an asshole too.
Not that my pussy can tell the difference, she is still Team Zan all the way.
But I just give him a sweet as pie smile. "Nothing at all, Al. I fuckinglovemy bedding, and I have enough washcloths to last until the apocalypse."
Allie scowls. "What did you idiots do?"
Vok holds up his hands defensively. "Nothing! I took no part in whatever twisted plan this bastard devised. I am innocent."
I can practically feel Cora and Allie both ready to lay into Zan but I intervene because if this jackass wants to play, then we can play. "There's nothing wrong with my linens, Al, really. They're super soft and cozy. No problem at all, I swear." Then I hold Zan's stare. "I absolutely love what Zan picked out for me."
We have a stand-off for a few beats, Zan's sandwich suspended in the air just a few inches from his mouth, my own strawberry poised in my hand.
It wasn't mean or malicious, but the simple fact that I can say with certainty Zan was trying to get a rise out of me by Nic Cage-ing it up in my cabin definitely means he decided long before I arrived to stir the pot, to try to start shit between us, and it's nothing short of dickish.
And he has no idea who he's messing with because this girl has a new lease on her very short life and she is done backing down when a challenge presents.
I'm going to prove to Zan he can't get to me, show him my skin is thicker than that and you bet your ass before I finally kick the bucket, we are either going to have the most epic prank war ever or we're going to be the best of friends.
Maybe both.
Who knows, but if Zan was trying to start shit, he has another thing coming.
After a few more minutes of staring holes in each other's faces, Zan grins again. "Oh, my darling girl, I do believe I will enjoy your presence here.” He takes a bite and chews slowly while still grinning like a motherfucker. "Yes, indeed. We are going to have suchfun."
I return his grin with a sickeningly sweet smile, make a show of eating my strawberry, and lick my lips for good measure. And totally ignore the way Zan tracks my movements, hones in on my mouth and fingers before he licks his own lips.
Yep.
Zan has no idea who he's fucking with and my short little life just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
Let the Games Begin
Ipace alongside the wall, and glare at the small window periodically as I hear her laugh filter through the screen, the husky sound carried on the breeze like the most entrancing music I have ever heard.
Frankie.
Gods, she is the most infuriating, most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on, and she is driving me fucking mad.
She has been here barely forty-eight hours and I am wound so fucking tight from her presence that I can scarcely think of anything but her.
Hair as red as blood, wild curls that bounce with each torturous sway of her hips, curls I want to tangle in my fist while I rut her from behind, bent over any and every surface.
The face of an angel, a classic beauty that rivals the Hollywood starlets of old, the bombshells that made men come in their trousers during the fifties and sixties.
Perfect Cupid's bow lips—lips I keep envisioning wrapped around my cock—those hazel eyes that look like stained glass windows depicting a scene in the forest, greens and golds, a touch of blue and brown gazing up at me from a position on her knees.
And her body, my gods it is any man's wet dream with the curves of a pinup girl, curves ideal for digging fingers into while fucking her up against a wall, those sinfully long legs wrapped around my waist, cock buried in her no doubt tight as hell pussy that I could scent at lunch yesterday.
Frankie is long and lean though voluptuous, that delicious body adorned in sun-kissed skin hidden under dozens and dozens of tattoos; tattoos that cover her chest and arms, her hands and slender fingers, those mile long legs, her sexy as fuck feet. I was even able to catch a glimpse of the piece on her back, the one that goes from her graceful neck all the way down to the glorious, fleshy globes of her ass, and I do believe she has her pert little nipples pierced.
