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“I didn’t hear who it was, but what if…”
I rip the phone free from my pocket, almost tearing my jacket in the process. Swiping into my missed calls, I scroll down, only to have my heart sink when I see her name.
DEMON
Friday. 9:11 p.m. 47 seconds.
My hand swipes up to tug at the roots of my hair, my grip tightening to the point of pain in hopes this whole thing is simply a nightmare I can wake from.
“Nick,” JP reaches out, attempting to comfort me. “I’m sorry.”
I thrust out my arm, snatching him up by the collar with one hand as I point at him with my other. “Fuck in your own house from now on!”
Releasing him with a slight shove, I take off for the car, pulling up the tracking software I installed in her phone while she was catching up with my sister the other night—unbeknownst to her, of course.
The coordinates display across my screen letting me know she’s home, and I tear out of the lot to correct at least one miscommunication I refuse to let stand.
CHAPTER 32
NOW
DAPHNE
I’ve finally curled into the perfect position on my couch when a series of soft knocks calls my attention to the door. I push up, albeit reluctantly, tapping the screen of my phone to see it’s just after ten.
Normally, I’d be inclined to think Lucian lost his keys, but it’s far too early for him and Caleb to be done with their boys’ night. I’m guaranteed at least another three hours before they’ll be dragging their intoxicated asses through the door. Several more knocks sound out, prompting me to rise, stretching out my back before making my way toward the door.
I tug it open with a yawn, my tired eyes widening in alarm when I catch a glimpse of the figure on the other side.
“No!” My body springs into action, throwing my weight against the barrier in a desperate attempt to shove it closed. It’s no use, though. Nicky pushes in, scooping me up by the backs of my thighs and kicking the door closed behind him. He spins, pinning me to the wall as I thrash within his grasp, my hands delivering several slaps to his face.
“Get out!” I shout, my screams intensifying in effort to mask the tears threatening to slip free. “I hate you. Get out of my house!”
“Demon.” Nicky presses into my center, his hips locking me in place as he simultaneously secures my wrists above my head with a single hand. “I need you to listen to me.”
“I don’t have to listen to shit.” I grit my teeth, my tone seething with hatred. “Get the fuck out!”
“Not until you hear me out first.”
“I don’t have to hear you out, you piece of shit. That’s the beauty of being engaged to another man. I don’t answer to you.”
Nicky’s head dips, his mouth molding to mine without warning. The unexpected action catches me by surprise, my lips instinctively caressing his for the briefest of moments before I’m able to regain my bearings—the sting of my bite drawing blood.
Nicky pulls back, his eyes tracking the movement of my tongue as his own swipes out to rid his lips of any crimson smears. Any efforts to come off intimidating are clearly unsuccessful, judging by his smoldering gaze.
“If you won’t listen, then watch.”
I twist against his hold, attempting to wrench my arms free, when Nicky does some slight maneuvering, allowing him to lift his phone into my line of sight. He thrusts the screen in my face, the video from his in-home security cameras already in play. Any resistance I’d been attempting to harness ceases as I watch JP wrap his hand around some girl’s ponytail before she dips her face forward.
Her head remains there, bouncing up and down in his lap as his hold on her becomes a bit more forceful. JP’s pleasure filled moans intermingle with the wet sucking sounds emitting from the small speaker, the combination sending a rush of heat to my center.
My thighs, still slung around Nicky’s hips, tighten. He presses into me in response, his erection continuing to grow against me.
“Why are you showing me this?” I pant, fighting the urge to satisfy the ache building within me by rubbing against him.
“Just watch,” Nicky demands, his hips testing the waters by initiating the most miniscule of movements, sending sparks pulsing throughout my core.
I open my mouth to protest, only to shut it once again when a muffled ringing faintly trills from within the video.
