When He's Torn (The Olympus Pride, #5)

by Suzanne Wright

“Believe what you want,” began Bailey, waving her fork dismissively, “but I’m telling you, Deke loathes me. He thinks I’m evil.” “No, he doesn’t,” Havana assured her. Bailey snorted. “He splashed me with holy water to, and I quote, ‘see what happened.’ He claimed to be disappointed when I didn’t burst into flames.”

“I wouldn’t give him the steam off my shit. Besides, Deke doesn’t do ‘nice.’”

“Nah, I’ve built up a tolerance to it. Not that I’m buying you want me dead. You’d miss me if I was gone.” “Like I’d miss a kick to the crotch.” She wagged a finger. “You secretly adore me. Admit it. You’ve wondered if we’re meant to be.”

It was simply that he didn’t wish to do anything about it—probably because he didn’t like being around her. That might have hurt if she wasn’t well-accustomed to people not wanting her around. Her parents had introduced her to that concept when she was a kid.

“Remember you said you don’t hate me?” “Yes,” he grunted. “Fuck me like you do.”

“No. We’re gonna stay inside. I’m going to make you food. You’re going to eat it. Then I’m going to make you come with my mouth before I fuck you.”