THIRTY SIX

~ Emmy ~

There was something dark and dangerous in his smirk that had my sex clenching like the sinner it was. His tattooed knuckles lifted to run over my cheek, pulling a throaty moan from my lips that betrayed my words.

"I don't need to ask. You want to." He grinned, and like fuck did I ever! But I was far too stubborn and pig-headed to admit that, so I pursed my lips to hold back the insult that played on the tip of my tongue. His knuckles ran over my lips in a burning touch that had them parting needily. Pissed at how easily my body gave in to him, I growled, and quicker than he expected, I nipped his thumb roughly, my eyes looking up at him through my lashes, loving the sheer madness circling in his emerald hues.

"Such a tease!" He grinned, slowly removing his knuckle from my jaw; "I do like it when you bite.. so I am game if you are!" He warned. I smirked at him wantonly.

am game¬! I wanted to scream at him but refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly I want