The Bargainer blocks my exit, his hands gripping the top of the doorframe. Unwillingly, my eyes move to those toned arms of his.
“What if I told you that you couldn’t go?” he says, his voice hypnotic. “That I wanted you to stay and use up some more of my beads?”
I didn’t actually think he would try to keep me here. He’s wanted nothing to do with me for so long that I can’t really imagine our relationship any other way.
“I wouldn’t believe you,” I say. “Now please, move.”
Des is staring at me strangely. He releases the doorframe and prowls forward. “Truth or dare?”
I back up, suddenly nervous at the look in his eyes.
“Dare,” he breathes.
In the next instant, he’s on me, his hands roughly cupping my cheeks. His mouth crashes into mine, his lips demanding.
Des is kissing me, and God is it savage.
I kiss him back without thinking, swept up into the taste of him and the feel of him holding me.
I’m supposed to be leaving, reclaiming my house and my life, but nope. It’s not going to happen, not while Des is demonstrating all the ways my taste in men was spot on when I was a teenager.
I’m backing up, and one of the Bargainer’s hands has dropped to my thigh, exposed by the high slits of my dress. His fingers move up and down the skin, up and down.
My back bumps into the wall. Des cages me in, holding me hostage with his body. My lips part, and Des’s tongue sweeps inside my mouth, claiming mine.
His hand moves to my breast, and I arch into him, my breath leaving me.
“Gods, Callie ...” he rasps.
Des’s wings materialize, spreading out and closing over the wall around me. While I kiss him, I begin to run my fingertips over them.
He groans, leaning into my touch.
“Feels too good.”
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