The Devil's Match (The Devil's Own Book 5) by Amo Jones

Author:Amo Jones [Jones, Amo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-01T18:30:00+00:00

FROST

The elevator continues up and I bang my head against the glass wall. Pulling my phone out from my pocket, I open a text message to Raze.

Four days

A few seconds later, I get a reply.

Little sister getting to you, huh

I snicker just as the door slides open onto Ikea’s penthouse.

She got to me.

I push my phone away and head straight for the shower. Fucking hate being here. Every night I’m in the gym working out until Ikea is asleep. Fuck that. I’ve been fighting off putting my dick in her, but I know that that’s the final thing I’d need to do to make her trust me completely. Aside from that, I also know that the original plan was to catch her when she’s weak, but I ain’t with it. It’s taking too long, and I fucking miss my bike. I want out of this bullshit. After my shower, I throw on some sweatpant shorts and leave my shirt off, running the towel through my hair.

Ikea walks into the bedroom, removing her watch. “Oh, you’re here for once.” Her eyes run over my body. She tilts her head. “What do your tattoos mean?” And there it is. She leans on the dresser, so I stride toward her. I know that Raze wants her head, and I know that Ella probably does too, but I’m not pussyfooting around anymore. I need to speed things up, kick them up a notch.

“Take your clothes off.”

She straightens, and she flicks off her first button. “Really was beginning to think what we were doing here, what with you staying with me.” Her blouse drops to the ground and she stands there in nothing but a bra and her slacks.

“Continue,” I flick my wrist at her, then simper, walking to the whiskey cabinet and pouring a glass. The ice clinks around against the crystal, but I keep my eyes locked on her, shooting back the strong drink. She complies, eventually standing there in nothing. Her clothes a pool at her feet, so I take this moment to run my eyes down her body, taking in every single inch of flesh she has on display. Not bad, but not my type. A little too skinny for my taste, I’d break her. I nudge my head over my shoulder, toward the bathroom again.

“Come here.”

Scooping up my empty glass and taking it with me into the bathroom, she follows, stepping inside. I come up toward her, my chest brushing hers until she steps back, hard enough for the door to slam shut. My hands come up to either side of her head, and I lean down bringing my lips to hers. Running my nose down her temple, the glass slips from my hand and smashes on the ground.

“Shit.” I step back, bending down to pick up a few pieces.

She chews on her lip. “It’s fine, just leave it we’ll clean it later.” She steps over the glass and toward the bathtub, taking a seat on the edge.

“True,” I follow her, a sharp shard of glass hanging between my fingers.

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