Lucius (Acquisition Series #4) - Celia Aaron Page 0,18

yours, and once I have it, I’m going to tear it apart.”

“All because I stabbed Red in the heart with a smile on my face?”

She tenses, her gaze darting to the steak knife on her side of the table.

“Do it.” I put my knife down and gesture toward hers. “I want to see if you can.”

“You want to see if I can kill you?” She takes the knife in her palm. “I already did it once. What makes you think I can’t do it again?”

“Come and get me, little Evie.” I spread my arms wide, and I don’t miss the way she takes in my broad chest, the way her gaze follows my throat all the way to my lips, and then up to my eyes. She wants me. That little hair-pulling incident was just a tease. Soon enough, I’ll be deep inside her, hurting her while she comes on my cock.

“It was kind of you to get rid of all the witnesses.” She stands, her body lithe, as if she knows just what to do with the knife in her palm.

“Anything for you, little Evie.” I raise my glass to her and down the rest of my whisky.

As I do, she lunges, the knife aimed right for my chest.

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Evie

All my force goes into burying the knife into Lucius. I want him to hurt the way I hurt when I think about what he did to Red. I want him to feel the same agony as the knife cuts through his life, slices open his heart, and leaves him to bleed out.

I’m almost there when he grabs my wrist. Whipping me away from him, he comes up behind me and grabs me with his other arm. With a roughness that jars through me, loosening all the parts that I’ve kept tightly wrapped over the last five years, he slams me onto the nearest table face down.

He leans over me, his body hard and heavy, forcing me down. And then I feel his length pressing against my ass.

I whimper. I shouldn’t have, because he runs his teeth along my ear.

“Was that an invitation?” He moves his hips against me, showing me just how thick and hard he is.

“You’re a fucking monster.”

“You’re the one who keeps trying to commit murder. How am I the bad guy in this scenario?” He grabs my hair and pulls it so my cheek is flat against the table. “I hate that you dyed your hair. Red suits you. And those contacts—I remember your big brown eyes. The way you used to look at me.”

“Like I hated you?”

“Like you wanted to be underneath me. The way you are right now.” His warm breath on my neck sends goose bumps racing across my skin.

“I was a foolish little girl.”

“And now you’re a foolish woman.” He kicks my ankles, knocking my legs apart and pressing his cock against my hot core. “Bent over a table and about to be fucked by the man you hate the most.”

“Get off me.” I buck.

He laughs in my ear. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“I hate you.” Tears burn in my eyes.

“That’s not what your cunt is telling me.” He presses against me again, sending a shiver of need through me. “No panties, right?” Releasing my hair, he slides his fingers up my thigh.

“Stop.” I try to buck him again.

“I will.” He pauses, his fingers resting against my upper thigh. “But I need you to answer some questions.”

“Yes, you’re a fucking prick. There. Question answered. Now get off me.”

He laughs low and throaty, then nips at my neck. “No, darlin’, that’s not the question. What I want to know is, are you with them?”

“With who?” I don’t know why I ask the question, why I bait the fucking bear on my back.

“Don’t play coy.” His fingers drift higher. “You know who I’m talking about, Evie.”

“I don’t.” I do.

“If you don’t come clean, I’m afraid I’m going to have to finger-fuck you.” His fingers slide higher. “Rest assured, this will hurt me more than it hurts you, little Evie.”

I bite back a moan. How long has it been since anyone’s touched me? Even like this—maybe because it’s like this, because I’m completely broken on the inside—I want to be touched. By him. By the devil.

“No!” I yell, in an effort to save myself, to somehow untwist my soul from around this warped man. “No, I’m not with them.”

His fingers stop again, but they’re so close to my pussy that I know he has