Sinister Love (Dark Intentions Duet 2)

“How was it?” He looks to me looking away from the television.

“She was… Livia.”

He groans and pulls me to him and kisses my lips. He tastes like strawberry lollies. He tastes good. “She wasn’t a total bitch to you, was she?”

I was surprised when I spoke to her. “No. She’s actually okay with it. Well, the best she can be, I guess.”

He smirks at me. “So, she’s not planning on burning us alive while we sleep?”

I nudge him with my side. “She isn’t that bad…” We both look at each other and laugh. “Okay, maybe she is but she won’t. She’s actually moved on already.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “Fuck! That was fast,” he says, surprised.

“Does that affect you?”

He looks at me then shakes his head. “No. It makes me relieved that I won’t have someone coming over to try to destroy us. Well, apart from…” he trails off.

My eyebrows scrunch together and wait for him to finish but he doesn’t, so I say, “Apart from what?”

“Well, we got more photos.” My heartrate picks up. His hand holds onto my thigh keeping me in place. “Quinn’s looking into it, though. He’s the best at what he does. It’s why we have him.”

My head drops. “What were the photos of, exactly?”

He looks back to the television. My hand grips his thigh now, and he turns back to look at me. His teeth grit together as he answers me, “You and Stiles.”

I look at him like I don’t believe him. He pulls them from his pocket, showing me. He’s right. It’s Stiles and me kissing. And there’s some other where we’re doing more stuff than that. Looking up at him, his teeth are gritted and his hands are clenched to his side.

I crawl onto his lap, my hands threading through his hair as I look at him.

“You and I is all that matters now, right?”

He nods his head, pressing it into my neck and holding me to him. “You and I,” he says as I hold onto him. I can feel him between my legs as he hardens at my touch. I don’t mean to do it, yet somehow I do as I grind on him. Trying to cure that urge that holds me every time he’s near. His hands become fast as he reaches between us, freeing his cock then sliding my panties to the side, and he’s in me in a matter of seconds. I start moving, bouncing on him, as he pulls my hair to the side, biting at my neck. He grips my hair with his hands and pulls my head back, exposing my neck. He then licks it until he reaches between my breasts and pulls the buttons open, revealing my lace bra which he bites through to my nipple.

“Ryken…”

His hands drop to my hips, and he helps me move even faster. Faster and faster we move until we come together. “Fuck! I love you. Move in with me.”

I lay on his shoulder and don’t answer him. Because I never expected him to ask that so soon. We haven’t even decided on what we are. So far, we’re two people exploring each other, and can’t seem to stop doing it. I’m not sure I’m ready for what he wants.

“Barbie…” he pulls me back, brushing my hair back from my face, “… answer me?”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ryken

She doesn’t answer me, and I have to lift her chin to look at me for an answer. I’m serious, I want her with me every day and forever. I want to wake up to her and have her there whenever I need her. Because I need her a lot, a whole fucking lot.

She goes to move off of me, but I hold her to me not letting her move until I get my answer from her sweet lips.

“No.”

I look at her, shocked.

“No,” she says this time more of a whisper. “I like where I live, it’s mine.”

“Mine could be yours as well.”

She shakes her head. Her hand waves around the small apartment she calls her own. “This is mine, and I’m happy here. At least for now.”

“You’ll consider it, though. Later on?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe, but no guarantees.”

“I can take that.” I lift her up and onto the bed. My cell rings with Quinn’s name coming up. I kiss her on the lips as I bring the cell to my ear. “Yes.”

“I’m out front of her shop, let me in.” I hang up and smile looking down at her as I get off of her. Pulling her skirt down her legs, her panties now destroyed, she smiles at me.

“Quinn’s coming up.”

She sits up, and does her shirt up, then stands, brushing her skirt down flat. Walking down, I see Quinn at the door, but next to him is someone I didn’t expect to see. Her hair is short and blonde, and she has the most significant scowl written all over her face.