Unchained Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 5)

“What the hell do you want?”

The son of a bitch holds up a finger so he can answer a text. I’m literally going to kill him.

Slade moves in behind me, and focusing becomes hard when he starts kissing his way down my spine. Dice can only see my head, so he has no idea where Slade is right now, and it’s awkward, because I can’t have sex in front of Dice.

“You really need to go,” I say when Dice just continues to text something on his phone.

I slam the door, just as Slade spins me and pushes me belly-down on the table. Papers full of complicated equations scatter to the ground when he thrusts into me from behind.

r /> A breath leaves me in a rush, and his hand roughly slides into my hair, pulling my head back so he can bite into my neck again.

We both ignore the banging on the door when it starts again, because we have twenty-two more hours.

Chapter 24

SLADE

There’s always a moment of regret after you’ve spent a night touching the wrong person. There’s always a bitter taste in your mouth when you know you were with someone you were never meant to have. Someone you never even really wanted.

It’s not like that when the only thing you do want is draped across you, infuriating you with how truly perfect she is, no matter how many variables change.

Shutting my eyes, I close the journal, putting it back on the dresser as I hold her to me while she sleeps, and I try not to think. About anything.

I should have spent more time reading my journal, remembering the plan, but most of it is still possible. The important parts. The part where I stop Hannah.

Ella makes a sound of contentment, her head edging up on my chest, and my arms tighten around her waist as she starts to wake up.

“How long have I been out?” she asks sleepily.

“Not too long,” I murmur against her head.

“You didn’t sleep any?” she asks, her lips moving in soft, kissing patterns up to my neck as my lips twitch.

“I spent centuries closing my eyes so I could see you,” I remind her, sliding my hand down the smooth, light skin of her back until I reach the curve of her ass. “No reason to close my eyes at the moment.”

Her lips find mine, as though she has to kiss me right now, and I almost forget what is planned for today. Breaking the kiss takes more strength than I care to admit, especially when she grins and tries to kiss me again.

I flip us in a blur of motion, coming down on top of her in a way that has her smile only growing as she lifts her arms like she’s willing to let me do anything with her body.

So fucking perfect.

It’s so much better than I imagined it. Everything about her is better than I could have imagined.

I give in, kissing her again, but manage to pull myself away before things escalate.

“We spent twenty-four hours doing that,” I remind her.

“We still have time,” she says, repeating my words from yesterday that she doesn’t truly understand.

Unable to help myself, I fucking kiss her once more, ignoring the little content growls in her chest when her fingers tangle in my hair. Then I dematerialize and land on the other side of the room, putting my back to my biggest temptation.

She groans from behind me, and I smirk as I start dressing.

“Put on something of mine. We’re going to train you today,” I tell her without turning around.

I hear her sit up with excitement, then suddenly she’s at my back, running her lips along my shoulder. “Anything of yours? Because I kind of like the shirt you’re wearing right now,” she says, kissing my shoulder blade through the shirt I just pulled on.

She’s torture of her own kind, but it’s a torture I’ve waited so long to feel.