Poison - Jade West Page 0,29

from my kisses and the filthy panties I’d made her take from me.

Anna Blackwell could never have looked more beautiful than she did in that moment, fighting the need to be here with every scrap of her being and failing.

I closed the distance in a flash, grabbing her tight. Her arms closed around my shoulders, that same glare at full volume as her eyes crashed back into mine. She was living the lyrics. Breathing the lyrics. And I was breathing them right back at her, snaking my hands down her ass and hitching her against me all the harder.

And then I kissed her all over again.

Her fingers gripped so tight that it was undeniable she wanted to destroy me. Her whole body bristled with spite, and disgust, and regret for ever messaging me that Sunday morning.

But still, she kissed me right back.

Her mouth was an attack in its ferocity, her tongue battling with mine even as her body surrendered. She softened against me, heavy against my thigh as it ground fresh on her ragged clit. My teeth nipped at her lips, demanding her filthy little soul with the rest of her.

She gave it, but she had mine right back.

Jesus Christ, she had mine right back.

We were both fucking doomed, finding each other in one unholy mess of pure life carnage with no way on this earth we’d ever negotiate the fallout. Ghosts of a former life that consumed us both amongst a shitstorm of pain, and regret, and bullshit.

If only there was just a sliver of light left between us – a chance to fix that beautiful spark we’d had so strong, so long ago. But I didn’t feel one. Not from Anna. Not as that song played loud.

I spun her away from me with a grunt and wrapped my arm snug around her neck. She rested her head back against my shoulder and breathed heavy against my grip, and I moved for the both of us, rocking to the pulse of the music and sliding my fingers right down to her sacred spot.

Again.

She’d come for me again.

She shuddered and tried to buck away but I wouldn’t let her. I kissed her temple and held my mouth pressed tight.

She stumbled on trembling legs, and her hands reached back to steady herself, her weight holding itself up with mine. And as the song reached its climax, she did too.

It was pure fucking magic.

My filthy little minx lost every tiny scrap of restraint her body had left and cried out for me, her throat humming against my arm as her nails dug into my hips.

I loved her like that.

I’d always loved her like that.

I’d always loved every little scrap of her soul with every scrap of mine, I’d just been too much of a prick to ever deserve her.

She came down as the music changed, and she didn’t start up again, just moved away from me with ragged breaths and took a cigarette straight from the pack.

The song was real to her. The pain was real to her. I could see it all over her face.

I opened another prosecco and took a swig from the bottle, then turned the volume down on the stereo and waited for her to speak.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she said, stating the obvious.

“I shouldn’t be drinking wine from the bottle,” I replied, stating the obvious. “But I want it.”

She took a long drag and turned away from me.

“Shall we talk about it?” I asked. “Cover some damn fucking ground that’s been churned up for a decade?”

She held a hand up. “Don’t even think about it. I don’t want to talk about shit with you.”

I chanced it. I closed the distance and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, but this time there was no quest for her clit in my motives, just the solid press of my skin to hers.

“I’m sorry,” I said, and she tensed. “I’d have said it a thousand times already, but I couldn’t.”

“Stop,” she hissed, and tried to tug away from me, but I held on tight.

“Just let me say it.”

“I don’t want you to say it,” she snapped. “I don’t want you to say anything, I just want your fucking dick.”

There was an unwarranted pang in my gut at the coldness in her voice. She wrenched herself free until her eyes were on mine, then carried on.

“Believe me, Lucas. I like your dick a hell of a lot more than I like you.”

I took a cigarette out of the pack. “Fine.