I stood and looked at the half-filled machine. “What is this thing?”
“It’s an embalming machine. Get out.”
I dropped my mouth open and reached for the little hose with a wicked looking nozzle at the end. Before I could get my hand on it, she slapped it and shoved me away. “What? I just wanna look!”
“You need gloves on, stupid. Don’t touch anything. I can have Greg or my Dad down here in two seconds if my screaming isn’t already leading them halfway here.” I ignored her and went back over to the sinks.
“Is this the sink you made stew at the other night?”
“Yes.Out.”
I peered down the spotless drain, whistling. “That’s dark, Little Viper.”
“Not as dark as it’s about to be for you, if you don’t get out of this basement.”
Ignoring her again, I looked up to the wall above the sink, spotting some monstrous things with long handles and short, curved blades that looked like they could cut you just bylookingat them. I felt my cock twitch. “What arethose?”
“Rib shears. It’s what I’m about to hack your chest open with in the next five seconds.”
When I turned around, she was sitting on the end of the empty metal table a few feet from the body she’d fully covered up.
Fucking perfect. Exactly where I need you.
I put my hands in my pockets and strolled past the body, making my way to go stand in front of her. Her arms are crossed, and she looks thoroughly pissed, but there’s a hint of something else. Something she’s getting less good at hiding from me.
“Careful, Viper…you’re speaking my love language.” She crossed one bare leg over the other, her knee-high, lace-up boots dangling over the floor. She doesn’t know it, but that’s another one of her tells. And it means I’m absolutely right. She’s turned on. And she’s not that pissed that I’m in here. She also talks a big game, but the last thing she wants me to do is leave. I paused a few inches away from her knees and smiled at her.
“You wouldn’t know love if it stabbed you in the dick, Malek.”
If she only knew how hard that just made me. Fuck.
Flashbacks of her, holding a serrated, Michael Myers special near my cock, started flooding my dirty mind. Hands still in my pockets, I leaned in closer, relishing in the way her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip. I’m about to do the same thing to it. “Think so? You really hate me that much,Nathair Bheag?” I raised a hand and brushed the tip of my finger across her lip, causing her to release it. I could feel her breath getting a little quicker as it warmed the back of my hand. I silently prayed she’d snap those teeth again, but her focus was on my eyes.
“I don’t hate you. I don’t particularlylikeyou, but…”
My fingertip trailed down the middle of her chin and down the column of her neck, until I made it to the first button on her collar without being stopped, swatted at, or cussed out.“See, I think you’re bluffing, Seven Grey. I think deep down, you love this. You can say what you like, but your body says somethin’ completely different.”
“Wrong,” she breathed. But…there’s my finger…still sitting on that first button. I leaned the rest of the way forward, my belt pressed against her knee while my lip ring ghosted over the shell of her ear.
“Then open up your legs, pet…and prove me a liar.”
I felt the cold latex from her glove wrap around my throat, pulling my head back, and I swear, I nearly blew my load right then and there. Her eyes are filled with something between dark rage and the hottest lust you’ve ever seen. I’m not sure which one of us moved first, but her mouth crashed into mine, and as soon as I tasted the tongue she slipped into my mouth, I was a ruined fucking man. Her hand slid from my throat to my hair, and she gripped it like a vice while my other hand finally left my pocket and helped to start popping those buttons on her shirt open, one by one. That lying little mouth tore over mine, our ragged breathing killing the silence of death all around us, and I smiled when her shirt was finally open. My palm flattened on her knee, and I dug my fingertips into her skin, moving one leg off the other until they were both against my hips.
“That’s a good lass,”I whispered, hissing a bit when she tugged my lip ring with her teeth.“Fuck…”I dove back into her mouth, sliding both hands up her thighs until I found what I was looking for, and hooked my fingers into the sides of her lacy black thong, jerking them apart until they ripped soundly off of her. The little cry that left her throat…I swallowed it. I’m curious to see what she does now. My left hand gripped her hip, while my right hand satisfied my curiosity…and every suspicion I had about her.
Beautiful. Fucking. Liar.
She’s dripping. And just about came off the table when I slipped a fingertip through her slick little pussy. She went straight for my belt, and I had to leave my new happy place to grab her wrists. That’s fine. I’ll be back.
“Ah, ah, ah…”
Her head reared back, and she looked ready toactuallystab me in the dick. “What the fu—”
“It’s not about me today, baby…if you won’t lemme play with your sharp objects, then lie back and lemme play with my favorite toy.” She breathed harshly and I pulled her wrists up to her chest, devouring that mouth again while I led her down to lay flat against the table. I hung off of her lip, biting down on it before I let go of her hands and tasted my way over her jawline…down her neck…opening her shirt wider while my hands moved down her sides.
“Malek…I—I’m—”
“Fuckin’ perfect…”I made my way down her body, nipping and admiring every tattooed inch of her skin until I saw what was inked across her waistline…and then I think I choked. A black four-leaf clover on each hip bone…‘Lucky You’in a sexy font right in between them. Her hands were back in my hair as I looked up, smiling so viciously I thought I might go up in flames. The damaged little fucker wasmadefor me.
