Shattered King(113)

“Bullshit.”

I held his hard stare, refusing to look away. “I’m done with this, and I’m sure as hell done with you.”

“Bullshit,” he said again, his head dipping lower.

His mouth was only an inch from mine, and I could smell his minty toothpaste mixed with the soap or deodorant the used. The scent was dark and intoxicating. I squirmed and he held me tighter.

“You think you want a piece of me, baby girl?”

Oh God. My eyes dropped, locked on his throat as I tried to get my shit together, suddenly struggling to breathe.

He pressed deeper into me. “You must want it pretty fucking bad since you’re willing to lie to get it. Send me running in circles, like some asshole you can manipulate? Well, maybe it’s time I fucking gave it to you.” He ground into me.

He was hard. Holy shit. I stilled and forced my eyes back up to his. I knew I looked like a deer in headlights, because that was how I felt.

“You think you can handle me, Ruby?”

His voice damn near vibrated with rage, and when I looked at him properly, I could see all traces of control had vanished. The Neco I knew and loved was gone. I didn’t really know this one. This was the side he refused to show me. This was the Neco who had worked for Tomas Mendoza, a crime boss from our old neighborhood. The Neco who had come to be after all the awful shit he’d done for that asshole, before he got out and started working for Hunter and Van. The one he’d always tried to shield me from.

Neco stared back at me. “Nothing to say all of a sudden?” he said, voice cold and low.

I shook my head. “I’m done talking.” Then I leaned in, so close my mouth brushed his, trying to force him to retreat.

A rough sound broke past his lips, full of frustration and anger . . . and something else I couldn’t name.

I thought he was about to step back and let me go, but he shook his head, eyes darkening.

“Me too. Time I gave you what you want.” Then he slammed his mouth down on mine, growling against my lips, kissing me . . . hard.

Keeping hold of my wrists with one hand, he dropped the other to my ass and hauled me higher against the elevator wall, pressing me into it. His lips parted over mine on a snarl and his tongue delved deep, spiking into my mouth. I started to tremble as lust shot through me, kissing him back just as hard. His kiss was rough, hungry, wild, and my head started to spin out of control. I dug my nails into his shoulders, my thighs tightening around his hips, arching against him, against the hard flesh digging into me with enough force to cause pain. I wanted more. He ground against me, against my swollen clit, and I groaned against his lips, into his mouth.

He tore his mouth from mine. “This what you wanted, baby girl?” He started sucking the skin along my jaw to my ear. “This what you wanted from me? Why you devoted so many hours to fucking with me?”

I had no answer for him, barely registered what he’d just said. Words and logical thought had abandoned me. All I knew was that Neco was kissing me again, that I’d die if he stopped.