Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(10)

“What. Else. Did. I. Say?”

“That they would never love me. That only you will love me.”

Man, this kid was sick.

“Want you on my cock, Eva. Sick of waitin’.”

Deuce’s teeth clenched. If Frankie wasn’t Preacher’s golden boy, he’d f*cking kill him.

“Then stop waiting!” she shot back. “Because it’s not gonna happen! You’re like my brother, Frankie! My brother!”

“You keep sayin’ that,” he growled. “But we’re f*ckin’ sleepin’ next to each other every night, and you’re pressin’ your tits on my arm and your ass on my cock, and I’m so f*ckin’ hard I can’t see straight. You won’t f*ckin’ do shit ’bout it. Makin’ me go out and f*ck other bitches when you know I only want you. When you know I’m not gonna let anyone else f*ckin’ near you. Ever. Never ever, Eva. You get me, or you get nothin’. Do you get that? You’re not with me, you’re never with no one.”

Ass. Hole.

“Frankie,” she said evenly. “Stop acting crazy. I do not press anything against you. You wrap yourself around me like a damn blanket, and it’s you who is always rubbing against me and copping feels. And if you keep throwing this shit in my face, I’m going to tell Daddy you sleep in my bed every night. And I’ll tell him you jerk off right next to me.”

He heard Frankie’s heavy boots pounding the wood floors, and then a door slammed. He waited a beat, and then continued down the stairs.

Eva was sitting in a corner on the third-floor landing, knees pulled up to her chest, smoking a cigarette. Her head turned in his direction, and she smiled. He smiled back.

“Hey,” she said softly. “Thought you left.”

He’d been trying to leave. He should still be trying to leave.

“I heard,” he said gruffly, “you and that crazy f*ck.”

She pressed her lips together and looked away. “He’s just overprotective.”

“So your definition of overprotective is makin’ sure no man gets anywhere near you, forcin’ you into bein’ with him?”

She shrugged. “My father’s going to pass him the gavel someday, and Frankie and I together would give him peace of mind.”

He got that. Preacher was looking out for his baby girl. Made sense. Put your VP and daughter together and you know the club is going to be there for her when you no longer can. What he didn’t get was how Preacher could, in good conscience, hand off his girl to a f*cking mess of a man.

“Doesn’t sound to me like that’s what you want.”

He watched her suck her bottom lip in her mouth and roll it under her teeth. Damn. Fuck. Shit. He really needed to adjust his cock.

“It’s not,” she whispered, dipping her head down, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

Walk away, he told himself. Walk the f*ck away.

He bent down in front of her. “What do you want, babe?”

She turned away from him and hid behind her hair, but not before he saw her turn bright red.

He filled with primal male satisfaction. She wanted him. Her, a f*cking angel in a mess of demons, wanted him, one of the biggest f*cking demons he knew.

“Say it,” he said harshly.

Fuck. What the f*ck was he doing?

She turned back to him and tucked her hair behind her ears. God, that face. That sweet, perfect face.

“You a virgin, Eva?” He already knew the answer.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Christ.

He leaned in closer, close enough to smell the nicotine and beer on her breath. “You ever been kissed, darlin’?”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “No,” she breathed.

Good. So f*cking good.

He turned his head and rubbed his cheek up against hers, inhaling the fragrance of her strawberry-scented hair.

“You wanna be kissed?” he whispered in her ear.

He licked the skin just behind her ear, and she shivered. He sucked on her skin, bit down lightly, and rolled it between his teeth.

She was breathing hard, her pulse in her neck fluttering wildly against his mouth. He started sucking with vigor, and her legs fell open. He took advantage and shoved himself between them.

He spread kisses across her neck and under her chin, up to her cheek, kissing a line to her mouth. His lips met hers. She trembled.

“One more time, babe,” he said low and raspy. “You wanna be kissed?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

He was instantly on his feet, yanking her up with him. Grabbing her waist, he hefted her up and pinned her against the wall. “Legs, babe,” he rasped. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he jammed his erection between her thighs and shoved his tongue inside her willing mouth.

He’d lost his motherf*cking mind. None of this should be happening.

But there it was.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and he’d just bought himself a one-way ticket.

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Deuce’s hand tangled in my hair while his other hand cupped my jaw and squeezed my cheeks, causing my mouth to open. His tongue plunged inside, slid along mine, and began exploring my mouth. No, exploring isn’t the right word. He laid siege to my mouth. He plundered and pillaged until I had no reservations, no choice but to kiss him, and so I kissed him back with all the fervor and passion a sixteen-year-old who had never been kissed has when kissing the man of her dreams.