A Cut so Deep - Dani Rene Page 0,32

offer her only one word in response. Her lashes flutter against the apples of her cheeks. A gasp falls free when her mouth opens for me as if she’s waiting for me to take the kiss I so desperately want.

Moments pass in the dark. I don’t take it. I don’t move forward, and neither does she. It’s not the right time. I step back and hear the whoosh of breath from Nesrin.

“I have to get back to the house,” I tell her. “Don’t leave with anyone tonight.” The warning is clear. I’m concerned that one of The Black Knights will want to take her home. I don’t doubt those guys are only here to fuck with me. But they’re not getting me or any of my family.

“I won’t.” Is all I hear when I leave her in the greenhouse. My body still feels as if there’s a current racing through it, trickling into every nerve ending. I should never have done that. Never have had her pinned against the fucking wall like that.

But it was too easy to lose myself in her.

Too easy to crave her mouth on mine.

And I know that my self-control can only withstand so much.

14

Nesrin

The party is slowly simmering down as I make my way to my bedroom. But the moment I hit the landing, I feel a hand twist against my arm, and I’m spun around. Creed.

“I wanted to chat with you,” he tells me. Deep green eyes hold me hostage, and something in my gut twists. Not in a good way. There’s something about him that makes me nervous. I don’t like it.

“About what?”

“I’m Creed Haven,” he tells me. “We met earlier, I’m a friend of Damien’s.” His gaze flashes as he takes me in from head to toe. “He didn’t tell me his sister was so gorgeous.”

“I’m not his sister.”

“Oh? I thought your mommy married Bradford.” There’s an underlying anger in his words, and I wonder what or why he would care.

“What do you want?” I counter, not wanting to play this game. I wish Damien would come out of his bedroom. I saw him disappear in there earlier, but he hasn’t come out again. I want to scream, that would alert him that I’m not feeling comfortable, but I’m certain it would only anger Creed even more, and that’s definitely not what I need or want.

“I wanted to see if I could come pick you up, take you on a tour of the town.” He offers me a charming smile, and his eyes shimmer, as he regards me. If I wasn’t so nervous, I’d think he’s handsome. But it’s in his eyes, they remind me of a snake’s, so luminous, the green almost glowing.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” he tells me, before pulling me closer, causing me to stumble into his arms. I’m there for a split second before I’m suddenly ripped away from him and shoved behind a bare back of tensing muscles, as they tighten with rage.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Creed,” Damien’s voice is animalistic; the growl of possessiveness makes my stomach flip.

Creed grins as if he’s happy he’s angered Damien. It’s clear they have a history, something that I’m not privy to, but I intend on getting answers from Damien the moment his friend is gone.

Green eyes land on me, before Creed says, “Soon, little one.” He winks at me, then turns to walk down the stairs toward the door. All I can hear is my heart thudding in my ears. My stomach is in knots, and my breathing is labored as my lungs struggle to pull in air. I can’t believe that just happened.

Damien spins around, and I’m met full force with his beauty. His slim yet chiseled body is smooth. His abs look like they’ve been carved from porcelain, with hips that taper into a pair of black sweatpants. His V line teases its way toward the waistband of his pants, and the dark trail of hair that leads from his belly button, disappearing below his clothes, has my body pulsing wildly.

“Are you done staring?” he challenges, the anger and rage that fueled him moments ago gone, in its place is a seductive grin that promises filthy things.

I snap my gaze up to his, my cheeks heating because I’ve been caught checking him out. “What was that?” I find my voice, trying to keep it calm, but trying not to look at Damien’s body is a feat